I'm not really explaining it well.

*Lola was sure if she put it into words, it made it real. So she did her best not to say the one clear deciding factor of why she and Dolores were different. Cause maybe someday she could face it, but it wasn't today.*

But... thanks, even if you don't really get what I'm saying knowing what I feel is right helps.

*Lola smiled, polite and friendly again. Maybe not happy, but she was putting on a much better show.*

So... do you want me to cook you a burger too, or are you fine letting the magic spatula cook yours?