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Brin's method of deep thinking was a bit unorthodox, or at least it appeared that way at first glance. She began to heat water in all the pots and pans of any significant size she'd brought with her. "Are you brewing something already?" Hawkeye queried, pleased but surprised.
"No," the Candeliana Witch replied. "I'm going to wash my hair." When he merely looked puzzled, she elucidated, "It's been a while since my last shower. So, I'm going to wash my hair. Maybe you haven't noticed, but it's dirty."
"And... you can't think with dirty hair?" The Oakenling was obviously dubious. Brin didn't usually seem this... frivolous.
"Of course, I can. I can think and think and overthink. What's harder, is to stop thinking. Therefore, I'm washing my hair, and I prefer warm water. I might as well; it needs doing anyway, and if nothing brilliant comes to me, I haven't wasted my time."