".. Does your hair get gray when you turn eighty-seven?"

Don't blame Inigo, okay, this is just the number he and Tidus agreed on sounding right for Roland's age today! And Inigo sure has never met an eighty-seven year old, so he'd believe just about anything you'd say about them at this point. Now he's trying to imagine Roland with gray hair..

.. or himself with brown-brown hair. As soon as he can figure out what brown-brown is supposed to mean, anyway.

"And what colour is brown-brown? Are there kinds of brown that aren't brown?" There is so much confusion going on here right now. Inigo is just idly playing a little with the flower necklace he's holding in his hands as he thinks..