“Stop putting your face in it,” she mumbled. But after a moment she sat herself up with a hand on his chest.“Can’t help it; there’s a lot of it. It just sort of happens.” He remained sprawled out on his back, curling one arm under his head.
“Shall I cut it all off, then?” It wasn’t entirely serious, but she did want to know what he would say. “I thought you liked playing with it.”