"Okay," she said nodding. "Um. I don't usually shop in town, 'cause ... the pixie thinks I'm weird. Make-up usually makes me look like either a clown or a hooker, so that I kinda skip unless someone else offers for, like, a dance. River did that once, when Dawn was doing my hair, 'cause ... I can't." Rikku gestured vaguely to the sloppy nest of ponytail, braids, and barrettes. "Seriously, if it's out of my face, it's good."

She blushed harder and toescuffed a little. "Sex ... um ... I had to write to Lulu about, because ... wow. Pops told me, when I was eight, 'Boys wanna touch things. Don't let 'em.' I spent the next few weeks guarding the engine room. Like I knew what he meant. It's okay though 'cause Lulu sent me, like, this manual of ... seriously, you should see it sometime. Um. What else was there? The black eye thing, that I have down. Kick to the crotch works better. I kinda ... grew up with boys? So I feel like I'm doing girl stuff wrong, a lot."