…in search of a raison d’être. What a total waste of reithions that was.
The only faint glimmer is that the reinvention of Menstruating Mia* as an eco-warrior yokelette might presage the departure of Kirsty. In a cardboard coffin, for choice.
*I hope the self-righteous little twerp is using a mooncup or period pants, but I rather doubt it.