"Well, like..." She absently twirls one of her pigtails around her finger, picking words out of the fog. "I mean. I feel good, I'm feeling pretty happy. But I want it to be 'cause I'm at a party having a good time with my friends! Not because I ate a chemical that tricked my brain into thinking it's happy. Y'know? Sooner or later it's gonna wear off, and then my brain's like, 'Aw, heck, man, I got doped into makin' all this dupamine.'"