Dad: Here girls, come smell this culinary lavender.

Daughter: Ahh, I love that smell. *smells*

Daughter’s friend: I already know what lavender smells like.

Dad: Why, because you have mean friends who pick lavender and throw it at you and then it sticks in your clothes and hair and then you smell like lavender and they laugh and dance around you and call you “lavender girl”?

Daughter’s friend: Uh, no. That’s not why.

Dad: Well why DO they call you lavender girl?

Daughter laughs, friend puzzles over nonsequiter. Fade to black.