Poor Gus really did have some odd luck with the ladies. But she worried that he brought it around to his looks again.
Lou folded her arms and tried to give her best impression of 'I'm an adult and I know what I'm talking about.' "Don't tell me you've let this pity-party go on the whole time." She was half teasing, trying to show with her body language and facial expression how she was playing at having wisdom she entirely lacked just to make him laugh. But at the same time, she worried he meant it. Oh, sure he said it with a laugh and a smile, but she knew how that could go and still have every single word meant.
"Do what you want and look how you want, just make sure that it's you you're doing it for." Because relationship weren't forever. Because people came and go like her father did, but him having his own self-respect in the end mattered more than any of that, according to Lucy.
"So," she not so smoothly bent the subject, "this mean you shoot wheat grass juice now instead of whiskey?" She narrowed her eyes teasingly wary of how health-centered he'd become but willing to respect it if he really had made that choice.