- Lynne (holding up a mock bra): "— and then he opens the box, and there's a freaking seashell top inside." "Seashells!" "And then he asks me to go put it on in the bathroom."
- Lynne (irritably): "...so he can take photos."
- Lynne: "Like are you kidding me?" "What the frick is wrong with people?" "So anyway, yeah, nuclear bomb of a date."
- Stacie: "Gross." Cora: "Perv." Milly: "Yeah."
- Milly: "I don't know what's worse, the guys who look at you like you're a freak, or the guys who are way too into you."
- Lynne: "Trust me, it's the guys who are way too into you." Chloe (whispering through clenched teeth): "This is great. Dating stories! Literal introvert hell."
Characters: Chloe, Cora, Lynne, Milly, Stacie
I swear there's a plot this chapter! But Lynne insisted this page was necessary. None of you are the reason she insisted on it, right?
— Inker