[It's a Farron thing, apparently. Dunno about that. They can at least run a comb through Snow's hair, but Noel's pants...not so much.]

Not something this important, anyway. [She turns back to her bag, now much more at ease.] But ask me to remember Snow's birthday and I might need a few reminders.

[Best grey hairs, then. At least they're not as harmful as those from stress.]