It took her a couple weeks of deciphering but eventually she grew accustom to his strange accent. She turned to him as he entered. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">Hello partner.</span>" She smiles at him. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">Goodness Neo, when was the last time you had a haircut? I'll get my brush and products and see if I can fix you up a bit, you look like a homeless man.</span>" She briefly wondered if his hair was long enough to pull back into a ponytail. before heading off to her room and returning with two arm fulls of hair products and a water spray and two brushes and a comb. "One brush is for tangles and one is for straightening." She puts everything down on the table.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BFFF00">This is for straightening your hair.</span>" She holds up a purple can. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">This is for keeping it healthy.</span>" She holds up a white bottle. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">This is for repairing some of the damage dyes do as well.</span>" She holds up another and looks up at his head in reference to the multiple colors. She continues to explain what a few more do before ushering him to sit at the table so she can fix him up. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I actually think your hair will look very cute and even handsome if done properly.</span>" She says with a smile.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BFFF00">As for the fish, I did get them fresh this morning. The lemonade is cherry, sweetie.</span>" She says plainly as she continues to prepare. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I couldn't begin to tell you who our next fight is against.</span>"<br/><br/>She sighs as she reminisces as well. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I have to agree, though I wouldn't really call them that. Very vulgar, ignorant and plain unnecessary.</span>" She often scolded him for his bad language. His rudeness she couldn't care less about but she felt that his poor vocabulary betrayed his actual intelligence. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I hope the next fight is more challenging. I broke the red wizard's nose with a single punch and the second might as well have had bones made of cake with how easily a single kick shattered his femur.</span>"<br/><br/>She grins as she puts some cream into her hands in preparation. It seems he has little choice in weather or not his hair is going to be done, at least according to Maria. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">Speaking of cake, I have cupcakes for us in the fridge for after we eat.</span>" She gives him a sweet smile.