Hair go pouf

It has gotten cold again, which is preventing me from wearing my cute new jacket. Ciro has offered various stopgap solutions whereby I wriggle around and get warm on my own, and the wearing of the jacket is incidental, but I think these are less an attempt to solve the underlying problem and more a new method Ciro has found of amusing himself.

I have instead had to fall back on my heavy winter coat, which is lined with lambswool. The physics students in the audience will recognize lambswool as one of the things you rub rods with to make them build up an electrostatic charge. I, Romie, am in this case acting as the rod. When I get home, I have to press up against the metal refrigerator and discharge myself before attempting to hug anyone. Otherwise... ow.