I wish, but it seems like not. Nothing is really consistent or sensical.

I can give you a tour? And get you your oatmeal. And-- god, I just have so much to tell you, I don't even know where I'm going to start. [She's visibly worried, because Willow at this point in her life is just always scared that her friends are going to disapprove of her. There's so much to disapprove of.]