"No, you are not allowed to grow one, especially if it's ironic," he grinned. "I hate ironic facial hair," he laughed, adjusting his dancing pace. He rested his chin on the top of her head.
"I mean, I suppose if you really wanted to grow one I could learn to love it."
"I've been trying forever. I don't think I'm growing one any time soon." Janis grinned, settling her own head against his chest, listening for his heartbeat behind the tempo of the music.
"I'm going to have to go out and buy one to try on til then? See if it'll grow on you...?" Janis was serious, she's seen what people can make when so inspired. And she could be so inspired.
"Is there any other?" Really. Is there? The song was beginning to end, but would they keep dancing?
Apple grinned. "I'm not so sure Jan Jan, but if that's what you want I have to support it, right? As long as you can take it off. Kissing you with a beard might get scratchy," he teased.
"I don't think there is any other kind of hat," he grinned. "I have to find one, get it all weathered and the like."
"Which means you can't grow one neither!" She countered, giggling once again.
At his off-hand comment however, Janis paused."Are there bears in the woods?" Janis asked, wondering briefly if that was the cause of the 'bits' she saw.
He liked the feeling of her arms around him and kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, like Yogi bear," he giggled. "Just don't get too close to them, you don't want them to steal your picnic basket," he grinned.
"Of course I do," he felt his cheeks warm a little and thanked the genetics of multiracial parents for their blush resistant skin tone.
"Ah yes my lady," he said, leading her toward the kitchen, his arm wrapped around her waist. "What do you want to drink?" he asked as they made their way over.