Pg. 560-"Maybe I'll wear it down at the dance," she says while I brush. "You should," I say. "It's so long and soft." "Stop it, it's not that long," she blushes. I put her hair in the high ponytail that she likes and step back. "Still soft," I say, and gently pull a strand. "Enough with my hair," she laughs, "we have work to do!" "As you wish, Princess," I say while holding the door open for her. "Indeed, 'Sir Spark'," she grins mischievously. "I always knew someday I'd be a 'Sir'," I tease.