She laughed softly again, without opening her eyes. Some people probably found the idea of exchanging hair hopelessly romantic, but Cassandra thought it a little bit silly. "No," she said gently. "Nothing that I can think of. For the moment, anyway. There may come a day in the future, though. It'll hit me suddenly."

Cassandra pulled the blankets of her bed up to her chest, shivering slightly. "Maybe in the morning," she murmured sleepily. "That's exciting to think about, isn't it? The morning..."

For her, anyway.