Aw, yeah, you poor girl, an' we can't have that. Nobody likes when a girl's in real distress, gotta do something for her. Like load her up on all the real good shit.

[He laughs at her acting and then realizes some of it's real, thanks to that shampoo. But that just makes him laugh more, since it sucks but is ultimately harmless anyway, and then he steps back to rinse all the junk out of his hair and lets the water plaster it to the sides of his head.

Then it's her turn to get to rinse off, and she needs it anyway, so he scoots around her and guides her under the stream with his hands on her waist.]

Need me to kiss it better?

[He snickers, and playfully places a kiss on each eyelid. There, fixed, for sure.]