Shhh, be nice to yourself. [Saxsice plucks another flower, tucking it into his riotously curly hair.] I've seen way worse fashion disasters than you.

[That gets a shrug, as she hops up onto a wall bordering another cluster of flower bushes and swings her feet above the ground.] I dunno, man. I've tried lots of stuff to make myself happy and some'a it worked for a while, but...I think people aren't born to be content? Maybe?