Haley was digging through her closet. It was full of all of the latest fashion. She starts tossing things out of it.

Haley: "This is out of style. That's out of style." She groans. She'd have to drive way out of town to find new clothes. "Maybe I should find a better way to do things. I mean, maybe that farmer knows something about sustainability. I should see them." She gives a more thoughtful look into her closet. "They might like that." A smirk subconsciously crosses her face.