[ Julie has been rolling for hours by this point, and so it does not strike her as particularly odd that Nadine is fixating on her hair. She would be lying if she said she'd never stood in the bathroom at a party, staring at herself. Even when her hair was cotton candy pink instead of bubblegum. She does not comment on this tangent.

Making an "ugh" sound that's only semi-serious, she shakes Nadine's hands in her own, does a single dramatic stomp. ]

Come on, Nadine. You never thought any other men were hot? This ain't a boyfriend, this is a good-lookin' sex toy who's not a complete asshole to you. Good smile is as deep as we're goin'. Skin color, hair and eyes, height, build. And I can't really make promises, but I'll take preferred dick size too. I'm right more than I'm wrong.