Yeah, but you were just hungry, and dude, I've been there. [She doesn't remember the particular why, just that she had been at the time, and it was no fun. Was it because grandma's Social Security was late? The matron where she'd ended up deciding she needed to lose a few pounds? That escapes her, and she gives a huff of frustration.]

I guess that's why I'm arguing that. [also possibly due to the fact that of many things that escaped her where she came from, religion was also one of them. Sure, said grandma was religious, but that lasted as long as she did, which...wasn't incredibly long as Nessa's memory went.]

I'll drop it, though. You're uncomfortable enough without me yammering about that. [A bit self-consciously, now, she takes to juggling her drumsticks, flipping one up in the air (about a medium) before reaching up to catch it and flip its twin up as well.]

So, not to try and make you talk too much, but have you always been a naga? Not that I didn't originally dye my hair weird colors, but this is a recent development. [As they can both watch her hair color shift from the greyish red that marks agitation towards the more rosy-pink of embarrassment.]

It's like a freakin' mood ring, I swear.