Satisfied with carrying a small jar of refined salt back home, Kaelen planned to wash his hair first before making corn cakes, but Sane stopped him.
"Winter is cold, so washing your hair at night makes you prone to getting sick. How about you bear with it for a bit and wash it tomorrow noon? Let me catch the lice for you tonight, okay?"
Kaelen thought for a moment and felt it made sense. After all, there was no modern technology or wind-attribute abilities here, so being unable to dry his hair would lead to a cold.
[Alright then, let's go make corn cakes.]
"Okay." Sane affectionately rubbed his nose against Kaelen's, then hurriedly went to prepare the utensils for making the corn cakes.
