Nicer

Lacey: I don’t know what you mean. I’m not trying to be mean.

But I’m thinking about it.

*she says to the perfume community*

Casi: The thing is, you had the right idea about all of the power structures. The social hierarchy.

You weren’t wrong.

But you needed to be nice..

Jim: Are you all sure that that’s really how it works?

I can’t remember the last time I was part of a group-wide conspiracy to harass someone who just wasn’t “being nice”.

Dimitry: This is true.

Still…it’s like…”Why are you so mad? When do you act soft? Why don’t you smile more? You know? Act happy?

Why can’t you be…goofy and…silly?

Or…

Warm?

Not warm, like you love humanity. No. Warm, like you are happy?

Lem: *cracks-up laughing at them all*

I’m not sure why…but you don’t seem to understand.

Some people aren’t happy.

Dimitry: Is it actually that she’s not happy?

Lem: Yes. I’m dead.

She’s not insecure. Nor inferior.

I’m just dead.

Dimitry: But those two things can’t be connected?

The CIA: They very much are.

How many deeply unhappy people seem…bright and shiny and ebullient?

*they too laugh at the perfume community*

Dimitry: She knew this! And she was trying to save us, by wearing Floris English Violet.

God: DUH!!!!

*totally exasperated*

A woman in the perfume community: I don’t know how to talk to people who are in grief.

Lacey: I know. But it’s not your problem.

I just needed you to let me be nice???

God: She was, authentically, very nice!

A woman who was jealous of her, in the perfume community: But I just intuited there was something more to the story.