“To me, fashion's about rocks,” Maud said.

“That's too peculiar to ignore. Could you, perhaps, explain some more?”

“Fashion is about making one feel at home, and my home is back on the rock farm. Actually, I've written a poem about–”

Zirconia shook her head and pointed at the exit. “You've confused fashion for your hobby. I must escort you to the lobby. This might not be what you expected, but too bad for you—you've been rejected.”

Drat.

Start over?