"It...." Ziggy paused and folded the pants over his arm so he could buy them when they were done looking. "...It's so soft. You know how they call hair cornsilk?"

Then Ziggy got all coy and leaned in to Gilly to whisper among the giggles. "You should touch it sometime. He's so clueless. He thinks I like his hairstyle, and I do, but I really just want to touch him anywhere I can get away with."