"No, this is nice. Not for me, I feel like I stick out," Lola your hair still has gold streaks in it, you always stick out, "But it's nice. Things don't change too much when people grow up."

At the question she worries her lip a bit, "Fine. Better now that I'm me again and not sad angsty me." Something about that answer seems like she's leaving key details out on her answer, like honest aspects. "I'm glad I could make it, you did come to my party which had to have been a lot weirder."

Cause you're so old. You know, thirty is still an unfathomable age to Lola. Even if she has been thinking more about growing up.