So it was safe to say, she'd taken it upon herself to start answering problems that she wasn't being asked to, but someone had to address them and Abby was nothing if not a helpful soul. That and she'd always loved trying new things.
Like giving people haircuts.
"Your hair's getting long. You want a haircut?" she asked Grover casually on one of the many days that the boy had managed to make his way into the Goodfellow home. Ever since the first time he'd been around, it had become almost like a tradition for him to show up without a warning, which was fine with Abby. The boy didn't have a cell phone, after all, so it wasn't like she expected him to shoot her a text. Maybe she should talk to Da about getting Grover a cell phone. And because without Finch on the same timezone, Abby needed someone else to text stupid memes to.
"So, haircut? Yay or nay? Because I'm pretty handy with scissors," Abby said, gesturing at the crop top she'd cut herself. Because it was cute and she was #hipstertrash.
Edited by Abigail Goodfellow, 12 January 2017 - 01:12 AM.