Today her Royal Messiness is attempting a rock chick aesthetic. She once wanted to be in a band but was hampered by the slight handicap of not being musically talented. This never kept some people from careers in the music industry. But Honeysuckle is too fond of music to want to create the rubbish variety. So, instead she dresses vaguely alternative to model various foodstuffs. She presents her selection of messy foods a bottle of golden syrup and a tub of melted ice cream. She starts off covering her black T-shirt with the ice cream. Before long she is dressed in yellow! No goth points for her! The ice cream isn't quite melted in the middle, so she squishes it with her hands. For some reason, this product being cold surprises her. Life is confusing enough without having to remember that semi-frozen things are cold.

Pouring the golden syrup over herself creates some interesting messy textures. "I'm making lovely patterns," she remarks, rubbing the sticky mess over herself. Loads of the melted mess covers her shorts and she couldn't be happier. "I'm having a lovely play," she says, rubbing the food all over her thighs, crotch and chest. "These tights look very clean... " This newfound lack of fashion co-ordination will not do! Honeysuckle rectifies this dreadful mismatch by smearing the melted ice cream on the rest of her tights, then the back of her shorts. The denim of her shorts is very absorbent, but she rubs the food into the fabric as best she can.

Honeysuckle does not want golden syrup in her hair because that would be so difficult to wash out. But her right arm gains a mind of its own and drizzles the syrup all over her hair! "Why am I doing this?" she wonders. "Oh no... " That sticky goo will be so hard to remove from her lovely tresses. She finishes by pouring the remainder of the melted ice cream over her face, ruining her lovely make-up. Or improving it, depending on your perspective. Now, she really does have a creamy complexion.