Gideon, standing behind her adept, wraps her arms around Harrow and rests her chin on Harrow's narrow shoulder, nudging her mop of unruly red hair against Harrow's ear and newly shaven scalp. "It's good for you," she says, confidently.

"Good for me, too." (Hey-o!)

"Although when they write poems and songs about our epic, super hot, super romantic love story, they'll probably just gloss this part over anyhow."