I bet soap touches your face once a week at best.

[Viridi sniffs daintily.]

I am dignified. With people who deserve it.

[She hops off the little stool she'd needed to reach the pinball machine (no comments necessary) and returns to her milkshake, her nose still upturned.]

My gifts are wasted here. In my world, people would be falling all over themselves getting in line to be beaten at pinball.

[that seems highly doubtful]