"It's only subjective from other people's views. Not my own. To me, pretty is pretty." She argues if just for the sake of arguing. And she might be digging herself a hole here, but she really doesn't care right now. "And if I'm the one saying you're pretty, then you're pretty."

She rips open a packet of pop rocks and spills some onto her tongue. They make their popping and cracking sound as she keeps her mouth open, tongue partially sticking out.