Oh no. Oh no. Matilda's fingers sprawl over her cheeks as she tries to calm the burning in them, then regrets it because ow, she's sunburned too. Nothing can smash through that giggle, not even the fact that Garrot's there. In fact, she probably wouldn't even have remembered he was there if he didn't just call her kid. Her pout grows ten sizes.

"I'm of age!" She quips quickly, fidgeting with the goggles just slightly. "Um, what did you want to know about them? They are a little anomalous as an accessory, I must admit."