Of course she had taste, she was a pixie. Fairy. Whatever. Would anyone this adorable not have good taste? She was almost insulted. In fact, she might work herself up to being insulted, here in a minute, if she tried hard enough. It was easy when you were drunk.

Anyway, she was new to this island, thank you very much, and was he always so insufferably rude? The store was CLOSED. His black lipstick and Nobody Loves Me t-shirt would have to wait a few hours. How would he ever survive? She didn't know, but he'd do it far, far away from her. Because he was leaving now.