Dude. It's too bright to be peach.
Um. Okay... peach with a light behind.
*rolls eyes* Peach with a light behind. Uh huh.
It's the sky. It always has a light behind it. And what kind of lame-ass colour is peach-with-a-light-behind, anyway?
It's not a colour. *spreads hands* It's a... feeling. An experience. It's like poetry. *pauses* Or something. *flails arms*
Uh huh. Sure.
*long sigh* Okay, yeah, whatever. Peach with a light behind. Poetry. Experience. Got it. *snorts*
*encouragingly* That's it.