[After a few more moments of uncontrolled chuckling, Kit finally sat back up and combed one of his bandaged hands back through his hair. When he withdrew it again, it was with a bobby pin whose ends had been filed to better work as a lock pick. In the event he was ever without his actual set of tools, it seemed.]

I take good care of my hair, but it's certainly not pageant material. Especially not when it's used to hide things like this.

[Or the majority of the seeds he'd used to grow his living wall or produce half (if not all) the plants in his apartment.]