Her own hair doesn't curl so much as frizz, and Greta watches Celosia's curls bounce with a wistful expression. She's not quite sold on the color - it's just so odd - but there's no denying that it's nicely styled. Or that it was, before she got untidy.

"Red," Greta replies. If she hesitates a little, it's not because she has to think about the answer, but because she knows it's not a very common one - at least not for girls. Most of her friends would say yellow or violet or pink. But she likes red. It's strong, and alive, and it makes her think of sweet things that still have an exciting sharpness to them, like strawberries and apples.

Blue is a nice color too, though. Greta glances up at Celosia's hair again. Maybe she shouldn't ask, but Celosia seems nice, like she wouldn't mind answering. "How'd it get blue? Was it always like that?"