Ash's attention turned to the vanity. If he was lucky, there should be some kind of hair care products.
"Here we go." he thought, grabbing an aerosol can of orange hair dye. Staring into the mirror, he sprays it over his hair. What follows is a minute or two of waiting. "Hopefully this stuff is waterproof."
Once certain that it was now dry and safe to touch without smearing it all over his hands, Ash began styling it into the traditional ponytail that Misty usually went with. After so many years, he still remembered the motions Misty had done to get it just right. Of course, Ash's attempt wasn't as good. Not that it mattered at the moment.
"I'm coming, Daisy!" he announced, best Misty impression he could do. After, he exited the room.
