[ Lottie can barely handle any negative internet discourse directed at herself, so the idea that she can handle any remotely awful (probably true, let's be honest) comments about herself... in person? ] What the hell do you weeds even know about me?? [ Impossible. You'll find Lottie dripping wet, wearing designer clothes that clash with everything around her, stomping on some talking flowers.

Is she still hallucinating from the stuff Caroline gave her?? God, this is the worst. ]

Stop slandering me!

[ The dress she can handle just fine - she's been in far more constricting than this, and her heels give her enough height past the dress to only get stuck on occasion. It's when Lottie is confronted with the idea of eating, she actually has to think. But thinking means confronting the fact that this could be permanent! And she prefers avoiding most of her problems! So instead, she calls out to someone nearby, hauling up her dress to avoid a nasty looking bush. ]

Hey, um, do you know if they have any vegan options here?

[ It's not common, at all, for someone like Lottie to mingle with any type of plant. But the flower in her hand is making her feel otherwise. And it's definitely because she's still feeling petty about all the mean things they said to her earlier. The screams coming from the flower, every time she plucks a petal, manages to satisfy her despite the circumstances.

The game itself only comes to mind when there's only two petals left. She thinks of Caroline - the kiss they shared after she drugged Lottie and her friends in the desert. Did that even mean anything to her? God, she's so confusing. ] Hope you're happy right now, Caroline! [ A particularly nasty tug at her heart prompts her to rip a petal off the flower in her grip. The display itself is rather violent, coupled with her shout, would draw anyone's attention.

And Lottie makes the most uncomfortable kind of prolonged eye contact with any concerned citizen approaching her after the stunt, nails poised to tug the last petal. ]

.....What?