Tses just stared at the woman, unable to hide the look of disbelief in what she was saying. 'Old Fashioned' was definitely what she was thinking, and she certainly didn't share the girl's sentiments. "Marriage is a disaster waiting to happen. Why put yourself through the drama? the dress and the dumb decorations. Ok, maybe you care about him, but seriously, these?" She held up one of the dresses from the ground and spun it in circles a few times. "This is lace vomit. Do you even like how these look?"

She was halfway between being mean and trying to be helpful at this point. Part of her couldn't see the point of going through with something so ridiculous. Maybe she was already lonely and cold. Maybe everything already came tumbling down on her. "Wear something that looks better on you than white. You're green, pick something fun at least. Your stuck at least five centuries backwards. And I'm serious about the hair." She rolled her eyes.

Andrea replied with a sniffle, and silence at first. "I know they are rather... much, but i'm not really..um.." How was she to put it? Conservative? Shy? Terrified that a peek at her bare shoulder might bring an undefinable amount of wrath down from the heavens?

"...I am not comfortable showing.. parts..., of myself. It is nearly impossible to find dresses with sleeves, proper necklines, and backs." Her cheeks darkened a little, and she rubbed at her nose with the back of her arm. The Greek tossed the silk atrocity away and motioned toward the pile of failed paper-crafts. "The wedding will be rather in expensive. We are holding the ceremony here, rather than in a chapel." Against her wishes. ".. and I do not wish to bother anyone else with the labor that goes into preparing for such a thing. The more I can do on my own, the more everyone coming will be able to enjoy the occasion, no?"

It seemed like a legitimate worry to her. "I so do not wish to become a.. erm.. Bride-zilla? Is that how one says it?"

Turning her attention back to the hair issue, she laid out the bulk of it over one shoulder. Sloth gave her a curious glance, which she ignored. "... it has been so long since I cut it... I have just always worn it in braids."

For once, Evelyn didn't laugh at Andy's discomfort. In a world of bare mid-drifts and 'sexy' outfits, the thief was actually very conservative. With the scars that ran across almost every inch of her skin, she knew how hard it was to keep herself covered without wearing turtle-necks. She held up the dress and sighed, this time somewhat gently. "You don't have to wear these monstrosities to keep your skin covered, you know? Trust me, I've spent most my life covering up my skin. Pick something that looks nice on you, and work from there. You are allowed to wear a shirt under it, or some long gloves, or even a jacket. But putting ruffles up to your neck is going to suffocate you. Broccoli. Moldy broccoli! I'm serious! I have nothing against green. I kinda like the color green, heck I glow green. But you there are ways to work with it and ways to make it look even worse. There is a borderline between exotic and freaky." She set the dress down and looked at the rest of the mess.

"Dear, if you keep doing these crafts you're not going to be Bride-zilla, but you're going to look like a Martha Stewart magazine was run over by a lawn mower. Pick maybe one or two things you can actually do. The rest is just overkill..." She looked back at the girls' hair, and crossed her arms. "And sometimes long hair looks elegant, but part of me thinks yours is just hiding something. Your snakes are cool, why keep them buried? You should work on your confidence. Or everytime someone calls you a vegetable you'll believe them."

"... A jacket?" She echoed softly. Thinking back, she did recall seeing some kind of lacy jackets in the bridal store. She'd thought them meant for bridesmaids and mothers-of-the-brides, not the bride herself. The women made a very good point, and with that knowledge Andrea suddenly felt a lot less lost. She could wear almost anything, be it backless or lacking arms, so long as she had a matching coat to wear over it. For the first time since she'd dragged the dresses home, the Greek aimed a tiny smile at her reflection.

"Dear, if you keep doing these crafts you're not going to be Bride-zilla, but you're going to look like a Martha Stewart magazine was run over by a lawn mower. Pick maybe one or two things you can actually do. The rest is just overkill..."

Something she could do well? Blinking, the Greek reflected inwardly as her eyes searched the floor before her. "Oh!" Inspiration struck, and she rushed across the room to where a few flower samples Alisa had sent sat in a vase. Snatching one up and tugging a glove off, she touched each petal with a fingertip, and then the leafs and stem. Turning back, she approached the woman and held out the now stone flower. "I can do this. I spent quite a few years making bouquets of for cemeteries and customers who do not want flowers that will wilt."

Perhaps she could make dozens upon dozens of them and use them as the sole decoration for the event. Would that be too cryptic? Too silly? She wasn't sure, all she knew was that she left like she'd suddenly taken a step forward, instead of running around in circles. As for her hair, that was still going to be the hardest to swallow. She knew her attachment to it'd length was silly and petty, but... it was one of the only things she had pleasant memories from. Something to look back and see the mother she remembered, rather than the one who had asked her never to return home.

Apparently, the idea of a jacket had never dawned on the green skinned woman. Tses almost rolled her eyes but resisted this time. It was hard enough not to adjust her own arm bands doing all this talking about covering up skin. Then the girl ran over to the vase and...

...turned it into stone.

That seemed....like a freaky power. She chose not to comment and looked at the flower instead. "That could work, and you could always spray paint them if you want some variety. They even have metal looking spray paints. I hear copper is in right now." Honestly, she sort of liked the stone flowers better than the live ones. Real flowers were flimsy and fragile...

The tiny smile turned into a full fledged grin. Gold, copper, silver... she'd experiment with them later. Right now she wanted to show her appreciation somehow for all of the help the woman had given her, a woman who's name she could not even recall, she just needed to figure out how.

Again, there was also the hair issue. Andrea had no clue what to do with it when it came to cutting some of it off. How short should it be? Would she keep the same style, of switch to something else? Eyeing the other woman's hair, she started chewing on her bottom lip again. "... Where do you get your hair cut?" She asked, fiddling with the rose in her hands. Her hair felt like a stark contrast to the woman's. The Greeks was straight, black, lifeless. The woman's curled at the ends, jutting off wildly in every direction. It had life; energy. Andrea tried to picture herself with such hair, but couldn't get past the snakes that lived within it.

Tses blinked slightly as Andrea addressed Tses and her haircut. She rubbed the back of her neck somewhat sheepishly, feeling the haphazardly cut ends of her hair brush her arm as she did. "I actually cut my own hair. You hang out on the streets you don't really spend much time thinking about barbers and stuff. I wouldn't recommend it, honestly. Knives don't make really even layers."

Tses didn't even want to think about what would happen if you brought a knife near a snake. They probably wouldn't appreciate it much. Then again, it would be faster than scissors. With scissors you could chicken out part of the way through unless you just braided it and cut through the braid. Quick and painless usually seemed best with those sort of things. Not that Tses had to at least worry about hair. Hers never made it past her shoulders.

The Greek blinked and tilted her head. "... but I like it. It has personality to it." She shifted awkwardly on her feet thinking back to the one time she'd gone with Saph to get his hair cut. She'd sat and flipped through a style magazine for a good twenty minutes while the dark haired woman worked on him. Most of the styles she'd seen would look silly on her, she was sure. Especially with the snakes.

"...would you show me how to cut my hair? I think you may be right, about hiding behind it. I am turning a new corner in life, so I should not be afraid to change along with it." Still, it was hard to make the words leave her lips. She was sure that given another second of pondering she would have chickened out.

"Unfortunately I fear what might happen if I allow someone else to come close to me with any type of blade..." She didn't mention that they held the same ability of her hands, figuring it wasn't important. Even before the attack she'd been nervous about sharp things being around her snakes. The fear had tripled since the attack.

Things had taken a turn in this conversation and Tses found herself awkwardly put in a position of power she wasn't comfortable with. Chopping off someone's hair was something only school bullies did on purpose. You could shove someone in the mud, but heaven help you if you cut off a girl's pigtail... She glanced at Andy's hair and back at the snakes. She was pretty sure one hissed at her.

"I could show you, but scissors are probably going to be better than a blade anyway.... The hard part is just getting rid of the length. If you just braid and cut, then it's easier from there...." She babbled slightly, looking back at the snakes; they looked back at her. Part of her hoped the girl was not opting for a pixie cut or something. That seemed somewhat frightening.

Pursing her lips, she moved to set the flower down and find a pair of scissors. Nervous butterflies were rioting in her stomach, and the moment she spotted the pair she had been using to (attempt to) make paper decorations, her stomach flip-flopped. She... was really going to do it. She was going to cut her hair for the first time in her life. Not just trim the edges or have someone fix her bangs. with the scissors in hand, she turned back and set about braiding the thigh length mass of black, wriggling hair into a more controllable structure.

Andrea, chewing on her bottom lip, pulled the brain to the front and fished any small snakes out that had been caught inside. Even twisted into a braid, it ran well past her hips. "Do I cut, high, or low?" Her gaze drifted back toward where the blonde was, and she shifted nervously on her feet.

Tses considered the girl in front of her, the length of hair somewhat impressive. While she had been teasing initially, the more she thought about it, the better the change seemed like it would be. She needed this. Everyone needed to let go, try something new, even if it was just once. Tses motioned to a length that was somewhere in between 'high' and 'low'.

"I'd stick just over the ten inch mark. You could always donate it if it's that long, and you seem like that sort." Tses remarked. She'd never had enough hair to do something like that, but she heard a few woman talking about it in the mark once upon a time.

Eyeballing how long that would be, she quirked a curious eyebrow at the woman. "Donate? I would love too, if they would accept it." It wiggled. On it's own. But, considering she'd never cut it herself, she didn't know if it continued wiggling once no longer connected to her. In a matter of minutes though she would find out.

"Do... you think anyone would want my hair?" Given how people reacted to her these days just on her appearance alone, she seriously wondered if anyone in their right mind would want mutant hair for any reason, let alone to wear it, or... whatever it was they did with it after.

opening and closing the scissors in her hand experimentally a few times, the Greek finally settled on a length she was more or less comfortable with, and readied the hair between the blades. Then, with her breath held, she squeezed her eyes shut and--

snip!

Bits and pieces of dark hair fluttered to the floor in clumps. It was a few good seconds before Andrea opened her eyes again, and fixed them on the tresses she had shed at her feet.

Slowly, she grinned, and let out the breath.

Do you think anyone would want my hair?

That...was an odd question. Tses considered it and shrugged. The wriggling might be a little odd, but it was hard to tell if that would stop once it was cut or not. Tses went for the rare optimistic approach and shrugged her shoulders. "Can't hurt to find out. Worst they can say is no. Who knows, maybe mutants need wigs too." She waited, then watched as the locks finally fell towards the ground.

Tses wasn't sure if she felt proud or disturbed she just talked the girl into this. "Just don't chicken out now. Having your hair half cut is always silly looking." Tses said somewhat encouragingly.