How's the beach life treating you, anyway? [ Rose couldn't live near a large body of water. Most people found the white noise of rolling waves to be soothing; her, on the other hand, would be an anxiety-riddled mess at the constant noise. She's content with her little home nestled in the city that has all the space her dogs need. ]

Oh, no, puppy pets only get you so much. [ A beat, as she looks through the meager selection of wine they do have. ] I barter with my body, [ she says, just casually enough that he might take her seriously. At least until he sees she can't keep a straight face to save her life.

Finally, she decides on one and plucks it from the shelf. Turns it over in her hands. That should do. It probably won't be much better than what he had before, but... ]