[enghrnghr.] Well. Well sure, but still. You gotta admit, the degrees of...of depth here? It's leagues apart. And I frankly don't want to stand here complaining about my social nonexistence like that's even a thing to be complaining about to you or--or anyone? Gods. Even Darin, I swear. Any time I get riled up about something, he'll level it out with some...some real true tragedy or, or facet of his life that makes mine just. Just cake by comparison.

[she unhappily slurps more tea.]

I just. Don't like being shown how spoiled I am. I already know. Spoiled and green and stupid. Like, why even bother talking to me beyond learning to write cursive? Honestly. I beg my mouth to stop now, please.