Lampblack

Leander was precocious; often to a fault.  He arrived at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa a week or more ahead of the others.  Unfortunately his make-up kit was on another flight.  He was forced to beg the Face of Everyman for a smidgen of lampblack to touch up his pale and incomplete top knot.  He needed to appear as an adult in mating colors when he met new folks on his way north to Canada.