56 Hair

Al wasn't in the room when I came back—probably getting someone to bring us a warm drink—so I hurriedly put on my nightgown and a different dry robe for warmth and sat on a couch by the fire with my hair wrapped in a towel turban.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

I turned and saw Al holding a tea tray complete with doughnuts with a very confused look on his face. Right. He had probably never seen a towel turban before.

"This helps dry my hair faster. It's a trick from the countryside."

"The countryside sounds like a very interesting place," he said while setting the tray down.

"No hot chocolate?" I asked with a crestfallen expression on my face.

This was tea! Al knew I didn't like tea so why…?

"Apparently this kind of tea is meant to prevent colds. I expect you to drink two cups."

"Two?!"