Garrot is convinced he could sneeze and Gail's soul would run right out of his damn body. It's both endearing and absolutely hilarious. He has to keep going with this, it's the best laugh he's had so far!

"Nonono, it's not rude, you're fine!" He's smiling when he says it, trying to be warm and accommodating and definitely not also trying to hold back a laugh. "I mean, you look like you're..."

Garrot's eyes turn teal for a moment, solely to confuse the poor horse. But it fades a half-second later, and his eyes are scanning Gail's body. Tropical shirt, fanny pack, sunglasses, no pants or shoes... And so Garrot smiles. Analysis complete!

"You look like you're either in tourism or you're a model." He nods vigorously! "Who better to help tourists in Farida than one of the locals? You look approachable," anxieties aside, "you have nice hair, and you've probably got a beach lifestyle blog where you tell people about nice places to eat and where the tourists aren't."

And then he claps his hands together and starts grinning. "Your turn! Do me, do me, and you can't say doctor!" He's as excited as a preteen and completely earnest.