Thankfully, Matilda's too distracted and flustered to notice whatever's going on with Garrot."My social media posts-- Golly. You saw those?" She seems cheered by that, though, and relaxes a little, finishing adjusting the band of the goggles so her hair doesn't poof awkwardly underneath. Really, she's more than happy to talk about them, especially since the person in question isn't teasing her about them.

"The frames are vintage, of course. And the lenses-- they aren't pink." Her nose scrunches slightly as if it's a distinction she's made before. "They're rose! There was this story, I heard it as a girl, about someone with rose colored glasses. I've always loved it in the most guileless of ways. So, the lenses, they're a custom addition. And when I wear them, I don't feel so..." She trails off, before realizing how vulnerable she's being with her sincerity. She rocks back and forth on her heels, glancing back at Garrot suddenly to make sure he's not laughing at her. "It's like a lucky charm."