[Gamzee is in much better spirits than Henry, it would seem. Maybe it's because he's wrapped up in his winter coat, given to him upon his arrival here by a generous merperson. Despite that, he was looking as ragged as his fellow nymph, plant-wise. The flowers in his hair were wilted and missing a few petals. They'd fallen off entirely throughout the course of the winter, but always tried in vain to regrow themselves.]

Mmm, ain't say motherfuckin' nothin' to my ass. Maybe they ain't likin' me.

[Gamzee was more fond of the tree he'd just climbed down from. He looked up at it fondly.]

Ain't never found one I all was likin' to be talkin' at more all than what's this motherfuckin' one is. You ever got one what's the most specialest to you, motherfucker?

[He looks back to Henry, smiling genuinely.]