Adia raises her other hand to the crown of her head, feeling the start of the braid. "It does feel a little loose," she agrees thoughtfully, before letting go of the other end. Part of the braid naturally unravels, and her fingers take care of the rest. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, but I think for now I'd rather move on and see a more complicated style."

Caspar clears his throat. "I don't get a turn?" he asks when Adia turns her gaze towards him.. The curve of his smile softens his otherwise serious look.

"Oh! Sure, go for it." Caspar gets up and stands behind her, gently brushing out her hair before separating it into three sections. She waits for him to get started before reminding him, "Make sure it's tight enough."

"Not a problem," he replies smoothly, each section perfectly divided.

A small grin appears on Adia's face, one that only Amelia can see. "Are you sure? It feels a little loose. You won't hurt me if you pull harder than that."

"Let Amelia be the judge of how I'm doing," he complains, a faint blush appearing on his face. Must be an inside joke between them or something. "There," he says, when he's done. "How's that?"

Maybe Caspar was a hairdresser in another life, because his braid, as simple as it is, is on point.