She sits still obediently. God she hopes it looks pretty. Mo is making her so fucking pretty she's gonna be the prettiest girl on earth this is the best thing ever.

She's good at elaborate braids, which is odd because her own hair is pretty short. She ties it off with a spare bit of lace she liberates from her own outfit. "Pearly princess, that's what you are."

Excited chirp-giggle noise. "Do you have a mirror?"

She has her phone. She turns it into selfie mode and holds it up.

"So pretty! Thank you!" Nuzzles.

"You're welcome." Smooch.

"You're feeding me so much and getting me fancy clothes and doing my hair all nice and you're gonna make me SO FUCKING PRETTY and I love you for it."

Does she still feel this way if Monoceros... tickles her??

Flustered giggling and tickle-spasms ensue.

Monoceros laughs and kisses her again and then has to talk to another booth visitor.

Unfortunately, having her hair tangled up, even in a neat organized way, gives her mad sensory issues. She slips off from the booth and undoes it, wandering around a bit longer to maintain plausible deniability that they just came apart on their own.

The convention is lively and full of people talking about weird science! There are glow in the dark puppies and space wasps and Chia pets that put out targeted pollen to annoy people who loiter around them!