"Would you call your hair ginger?"
"Red gold," Sophie said. Not much had changed about Howl that she could see, now he had his heart back, except maybe that his eyes seemed a deeper colour - more like eyes and less like glass marbles. "Unlike some people’s," she said, "it’s natural."
"I’ve never seen why people put such value on things being natural," Howl said, and Sophie knew then that he was scarcely changed at all.
What do you mean obsessed? Let me look up that word… My sketchbook is slightly bigger than my scanner, thus the smudged grey edges, I’m sorry about that. Nothing I can do, unfortunately.