He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked. "You don't use that...

He lifted the lavender soap to his hair, and she squeaked.
"You don't use that in your hair," she hissed, jolting from her perch to reach for one of the many
hair tonics lining the little shelf above the bath. "Rose, lemon verbena, or …" She sniffed the glass
bottle. "Jasmine." She squinted down at him