As though anyone in their right minds would think that Brooke Aurelia Wyngarde was trying to have it off with a turtle. Please.

"That sounds...inappropriately kinky." Though none of the emotions coming off of him were inappropriately kinky. She shook her had. Proverb. One whose meaning she couldn't read.

"Right. Aramis. Of course." She lifted the bag of drinks from the floor and unzipped it. Inside, amongst clear cubes of ice, were cans of cola, lemon-lime soda, root beer, sparkling juice, and sparkling water. Because who knew which personality she was going to get, and what hey liked to drink. "In case you're, ah, thirsty."