I dunno, I hadn't heard of that stuff 'til I met you. But if they don't have it, they better learn to make it.

[Nobody's gonna deny his girl her cherry coke. He grins and runs his fingers lightly up and down her back, then reaches in the general direction of the bedside phone that he can't actually touch from here, especially not with her on him. It's fine, he's not in a major rush.]

Whaddya bet the most expensive thing is? Gotta be some kinda fancy steak, right? Filet mignon or however you say that thing. Or lobster, maybe. We could do an order of both!