Penelope took fifteen minutes to finish the haircut. She passed a hand mirror to Anna so that she could check the cut. Anna looked it over and gave an appreciative nod.
"I could never cut my hair this good," Anna told her.
"You're welcome. I am always free to wield a scissor."
Anna snorted. "You can't shred things anymore so you like scissors?" she joked.
"It's not a joke. I feel humiliated when I feel the urge to shred things in my original form. Maybe it is because I have lived as a human for the majority of the time. So I take pleasure in pointy things." She smirked.
"Good point well made," Anna conceded.
She got up on her feet and strutted towards the kitchen. "Would you mind helping?" she asked.
"We can get the ingredients prepared quickly if we work together."
