"I do," says Trouble. "You complaining?"

"I don't think it reflects on me particularly."

"I like being me. I have carefully cultivated myself."

"That would be highly decorative but it is not much like the actual process."

"Whatever you do, I'm betting it doesn't involve shears," he agrees. "Or little watering cans." He mimes pouring water on her head from such a miniature vessel.

"Nope. Nor fertilizer, plant food, or the direct use of sunshine to do anything but manufacture vitamin D."

"Aww," he giggles.

"It's mostly a writing thing."

"Makes sense, with how you've always got a book on you."

"Yeah. I mean, I also write down that I need to grab flour the next time I'm at the grocery store and that I have a dentist appointment next Thursday, but I wouldn't carry them so consistently if I weren't also using them for processing and editing the contents of my head."

"Now that's weird," says Trouble. "Man, have I mentioned these are good cookies?"

"I think they came out nicely too. I know it's weird. Nobody else does it."

"It fits," he says. "Suits you. Makes sense. I like knowing it."

"How does it suit me?"

"Just does," says Trouble. "I couldn't tell you why, I just know I'm not surprised."