Hmm. Well, maybe I'll give submit to the gray for the duration of my mad scientist-hood.

It's the truth.

[He smiles warmly at her. He's not really humoring her (she doesn't actually look twelve), but he'd have said it even if she did. He's had a lot of practice with Kitty.]

Oh, red streaks? Gimme a second.

[He makes a rectangle with the forefingers and thumbs of his hands, holding them over her (the journal), then nods.]

Yup, I can totally see it. Red'd be a good look on you.