Lotus: Hi there! (sees herself in mirror) Oh my God!
Palinode: Your hair's a little on the messy side this morning.
Lotus: (running hands through hair, pushing down a cowlick here, shifting a tuft there)) This is the first time today I've seen myself in the mirror.
Palinode: (thinking that the mussed-hair look is kind of fetching/sexy) It looks a bit like thatch. You've got a thatched roof on your head.
Lotus: I guess so, huh?
Palinode: Your hair is an outmoded roofing technology. There are peasants living in your head.
Lotus: What? That's... that's a weird thing to say to me. That's like a Bosch painting or something.
Palinode: Your head is a Bosch painting and the peasants are cowering in the thatched-roof cottage of your head.
Lotus: (clearly uncertain about the merits of continuing the conversation) Well. I'm going to get washed up and fix my hair.
Palinode: Aren't you worried about the peassnts?
Lotus: My head's waterproof. (points at head) They'll be okay.
Palinode: Won't they be scared and confused by the sudden advancement in roofing technology?
Lotus: Don't worry. I'll keep my eyes closed so they don't see anything.
Palinode: And keep your mouth closed so they don't escape.