Xaviers!

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

"After we make sure Will's sorted."

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

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

"...might not survive the swim."

"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?"

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

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

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