Cleanup on Isle 12...

[Miriam Bell]

"So what, we go to the 80s to slap a tiny terror up the head?"

[Samantha McManus]

"After we make sure Will's sorted."

"Should be enough time to find a blazer with shoulder pads."

[Miriam Bell]

"I already hate this plan, but it might be worth it just to see your hair in a ridiculous perm."

[Samantha McManus]

"...might not survive the swim."

[Miriam Bell]

"Sam. Samantha. Lady of Ravens and all that." she says, turning to Sam and steepling her fingers against her lips. "You're seriously trying to tell me that you could not shift your hair back into it after getting it wet? Are you perhaps trying to spare yourself the embarrassment?"

[Samantha McManus]

"You're going to insist we do the whole nine yards for this, aren't you?"

[Miriam Bell]

"You brought it up. Don't try to back out of your own plan now."

[Samantha McManus]

"Alright, alright. If fashion got us into this, fashion will have to get us out of it."