Roland's unaware of the internal struggle behind him, only knows that his hair is being braided and he's happy that he's getting the experience regardless. And when Inigo begins in earnest, it lends a calm edge to his retort back to the other teen watching from the other end of the table.

If someone were to walk in on all three of them right now, it might make for a hilarious picture. Not that Roland would care, his heart still full from the gifts presented to him a few moments ago.

"Kindly old grandpa...?" Roland repeats, making a dry expression. "Please. Flattery will get you nowhere." He quips back, slightly sarcastic though bemused. "You know, some people say fifty is the new thirty back home. And that's without flowers in their hair. I'd say I'm a trendsetter. You should try it sometime. Grow out your hair, see what it looks like."