Ugh. Half-way through this shower and it was obvious that someone had used up the last of her conditioner. Jack, she thought. For he often drifted out of the shower smelling like whatever her preferred product scent of the month was. She's have to give him a good talking to.

Later, though. First? Patrol. And even firster before that? Well -- popping quickly back to the laundry room to grab her favourite patrolling digs. This, of course, required her to make a quick dash through the house wearing only her very fluffy and very pink towel.