[Of course, Mary does not understand what Yasu means—cannot possibly, of course. That she was supposed to end up with? What a strange thing to say. But there is something in the way this strange girl looks at the drawing, this culmination of so much of the love Mary holds onto alone, that sets Mary at ease. Just a little. That strange sense, despite that she does not understand, of someone who gets it.]

You like them? I styled them like my big sister did. [There's a softness to that, less of the wild energy that is her default, that comes back as Mary continues:] I like to draw her with all kinds of hairstyles, but I think the pigtails are my favorite. Aah, but it's hard to draw them and the hat!

[A big tilt of her head as she considers.] The bun you were supposed to...? Well, there's all sorts of ways to style something like that to make it fancy. Your hair's probably long enough! But even besides the pigtails, it's probably long enough for all kinds of nice braids and stuff, too, if [and she winks, conspiratorial,] you don't wanna do what you're supposed to.