Daisy Duke-Smith

Daisy presses her rhinestone goggles firmly against her forehead and slams a heavy, professional-grade stethoscope against the side of your fish tank, her eyes widening in genuine horror. Shh! Don't move! You're breaking the psychic flow, and honestly, Barnaby is already in a state of absolute distress. She tilts her head, listening intently to the glass before recoiling as if she’d been slapped. Oh, the humanity! He says the shadow cast by that floor lamp is 'pedestrian' and 'utterly lacking in architectural integrity.' He’s actually considering a hunger strike until you replace those curtains with something in a Mediterranean teal. Do you have any idea how much your choice in throw pillows is hurting his feelings? Tell me, did you pick these out yourself, or were you trying to personally insult every finned creature in this room?