Elliot laughed as Jacob as he threatened to get his own room if she made his haircut worse. She kissed him as he bent down and shook her head, "I, for one, know that you wouldn't give up sleeping with me every night if your life depended on it. And two, I still have scissors. Insult my handiwork and I will cut you." 

She rose to her toes and kissed him again, "It really does look much better."

She walked over to the vanity that sat in the room's corner and grabbed a piece of broken mirror. She held it up to Jacob, "See."