Ritual braiding is still not the weirdest thing Eve's seen, but she's not sure she'd call it a vital element of roommate bonding.

"Well, it's sure better than some holidays." Eve drops into one of the provided chairs, prodding half-heartedly at the laid-out cords. She'll put a bit more heart into it in a minute or two, for Pepper's sake, once she's warmed up to the idea.

Probably.

There's a snort of a laugh at Pepper's last. "It's a bit much," she says.

This is only partially because all of Eve's Librarians are at home. Really.