"Things are always confusing, and there's nothing to do about it except be all hazy in the brain and terribly fuzzled always. Mother can never understand, though." Nope, nah, never. She leans back against the wall, staring down at her feet as she points her toes slightly. "Piper is Piper is Piper. Piper is never not Piper except when she isn't." She finally, finally turns to Andrea, frowning slightly. "Why can't Piper be an Andrea? Or an Elani or a Oliver or a Grace?"