The baby slimes looked disappointed that they could no longer use the old man's hair—which now lay limply on the ground—as swings.
However, just a word from Dim Dim and their faces brightened. A second later, they were playing tug of war with Luthor's hair.
Due to Mary's expertise, the trimming session finished quicker than expected.
Thanks to her careful trimming, Luthor's beard was now only about four inches long and far more manageable than before. He also looked much younger than he had been just a day ago.
"You have my thanks, young lady," Luthor said after Mary had finished fixing his hair and beard. "May I ask for your name?"
"It's Mary, Sir," the handmaiden replied as she examined her handiwork.
"Mary… whoever gave you that name must have loved you dearly," Luthor said softly. "Your name means beloved in the old tongue."
