Look at the two of them, making out like teenagers on the street. There's probably an ordinance about that.

Jyn very faintly remembers her mother cutting her father's hair in the grass outside their house on Lah'mu, before Galen has decided to grow it out. Lyra had cut Jyn's hair also, and she was no doubt far more difficult to keep still, but Jyn doesn't remember any of those moments. She's sure the can manage trimming Cassian's hair. She won't mention that she used to cut her hair with Saw's knife like a fucking barbarian.

"I can do it." She stretches up and kisses his chin, nose crinkling up as that hobo grief beard tickles her nose. "If you'd like."