[ 'Puppytits' would be more accurate, she thinks, but doesn't correct him because as much as she hates to admit it the other name has a better ring to it. She also doesn't complain about the way she's shoved into his car save for some grumbles and tiny squeak of discomfort at the kick of her legs. This is fine. It's fine. Not like she could have gotten in any easier on her own with as drunk as she is. ]

I'm like half as homo as you, [ she answers. ] Did kiss some girls today though. That was fine! Maybe I should just switch teams. [ She'd last approximately two hours as a lesbian though before being reminded of how cute boys are and having a crisis over it, she's sure. She's currently having a crisis over it. Why are boys so cute! And why are they so problematic! ]

The forest, [ she actually answers. ] And I'm not gonna' cry. [ Yet, at least. Not anmyore than she has. ] Roll down the window though. I want some fresh air, might help sober me up. [ It's also a dog thing, leave her alone. ]