It was truly a rare occurrence when Snorpy joined the others around the campfire. As the sun began to sun on the horizon, he ventured outside and sat beside Chandlo, resting his head against his partner's shoulder.

Lifting a paw, the engineer covered his mouth and yawned, dozing lightly while Cromdo downed his fourth cup of snakwater. Floofty was seated next to their brother, looking up briefly when they heard Chandlo murmuring something to his boyfriend. Snorpy, half asleep and smiling, allowed Chandlo to remove his cap and run a paw through his hair.

"What do you call that, bro?" Chandlo asked, pausing to admire Snorpy's delicate curls. "Why do they call orange hair red? Is that what you are? A redhead?"

Floofty cleared their throat to get Chandlo's attention. "I believe the correct term is hesperidium, one of the most scientific terms for an orange. Hesperidium literally refers to 'the fruit of a citrus plant, as an orange.' The word has an interesting origin," they added, earning a few puzzled glances from the others. "It comes from the Greek Hesperídes, the feminine plural of 'western,' denoting the daughters of Evening who guarded the golden apples, the garden where these golden apples grew, and the island where the garden was. However, it is uncertain whether the golden apples were apples or a kind of citrus fruit, in particular, the orange."

It was at that very moment that Cromdo had a brain fart. He downed the last of his drink and said, "Yeah, but is he a redhead where it counts? Or is he a natural blonde?"

Silence, followed by Filbo bursting into laughter and falling backwards off his log. Beffica facepalmed, shaking her head at Cromdo's ridiculous questions.

"What? It's an honest question!" Cromdo slurred. "Everyone else has hair color that matches their fur."

Snorpy blushed, his paws against his cheeks, as he looked to the side and muttered, "Chandlo is very Christmassy in his coloration. Now if you want to talk about a natural redhead - "

He was cut off in mid sentence by Cromdo's loud belch.

"I think you've had enough for tonight, yeah?" Triffiany reached over and took the cup from Cromdo's paws, returning it to the refreshments cart before he could go for a refill. Long about now, he was too intoxicated to walk straight. So with a little luck, he would lay off the booze for tonight.

"Excuse me," Floofty interrupted, glaring at Cromdo. "My hair is white with a hex coloration code of hashtag F-F-F-F-F-F."

"Yeah and ffffffffff you too!" Cromdo shot back, spraying saliva everywhere when he imitated their speech.

Filbo was still on his back, recovering from a fit of giggles, when Chandlo suggested it was a "family thing" for the Fizzlebeans. A few of the others nodded in agreement, saying that made perfect sense. Floofty chuckled darkly.

"While you may assume genetics to be the cause, I assure you it is nothing more than a simple vitamin B12 deficiency that purged most of the coloration from my hair. Though I doubt you'd be interested in hearing about the neuropsychiatric manifestations in patients with vitamin B12 deficiencies."