"Seaweed head?!" Garry exclaimed. "What part of me looks like a seaweed head?!"
Marry giggled and ran behind Eve, sticking her tongue out. "All of it," she explained. "You're hair and your weird outfit!"
"It's not weird," he insisted. "It's the fashion."
"Maybe when you were a kid, but not anymore. Right, Eve?" Mary asked with a smile, hugging the girl from behind. "You think he looks like a seaweed head too."
"I don't look like one, right, Eve?"
"..."
She stayed silent, but the truth was she had thought that all along too.