[He snickers and swipes lazily at her tickling fingers.]

Yeah, I think we better stay in, gotta let shit dry. Besides, we drove all night, I don't think much is gonna be open for long.

[He's not tired exactly, but it's late and he's remarkably content to stay put for now. It's been a full night. He'll make it fuller by taking one more hit off the joint, but then he lets that drop onto the bed beside him to worry about later.]

Kinda wanna eat something, though. Let's talk 'em into room service, they gotta have someone around. You want anything? 'Cause I'm thinking steak.

[Good shit. Expensive shit. It's a resort, they better have something good, they can pass the cost on to the "fire department".]