Uh, excuse you? Did you not hear the bit about your hair being acceptable according to my exceedingly high standards for hair? What kind of unbelievable douche ignores all the nice shit I just said? Wow.

[ Okay. Being bossy and indignant is much safer ground here. Octavia is picking that cupcake back up and trying to cram it back into Travis' hands. ]

You should be grateful! Grateful for my compliments and my cupcakes and my attempts to be incredibly sensitive and nice and cool about things. Take the cupcake and eat it and your name is Pajamas forever, fuck you.