[...He still doesn't get it, but. Of all the things he might end up having to push Siffrin on, one way or the other, telling Bonnie about their allergy themself ranks pretty low on the list. Isabeau's energy for confrontation among friends is already lower than most folks' to begin with. He huffs, and it is a sympathetic kind of huff, and leaves that particular topic at that for now.

Especially since it's a little funny watching Siffrin just dig their hands deep into their own hair after his very light encouragement.]

You'd look soooooo silly. Not that I'd tell you, apparently, if you did so of your own volition.

[Something something, his biases. He puts his hair supplies back in his bag, careful as he always is with them.]

We'd better get dressed. Bonnie's probably gonna want breakfast soon- or, I guess, brunch? Considering how late we slept.