Momoko wrinkled her nose. "Hairspray's always been enough for me." And too much gel put into mind that unicorn hair man Ichigo had fallen for, although she wasn't sure there was enough gel in the world to keep that hairstyle in place. "Does it melt in the sun? Or do you have one of these?" She held up her parasol. She'd been intending to take a walk, something to do while there was a lull in her Mentoring responsibilities.