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All she can do is giggle as she looks up at him. "Sort of has a ring to it."

"Ohhhhhh, nice pun," he says.

He pulls out the bottle from his pocket and looks around for something to pour it in.

"I do my best," she says with a smirk.

He finally finds some cups and pours them some of the drink before handing her a cup.

"There we are," he says. "Cheers."

"Cheers, luv," she clinks the cup against his own before taking a sip. Oh this is really good, she thinks.

"Better take it easy with that," he says.

He's still fuzzy on most of the details from the last time they drank that stuff.

"I'll be fine," she says although not really sure as she takes another swig.

H downs his cup in one go, and blinks to make sure there aren't any early cobwebs. He looks again around the room.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

She smiles feeling a bit of the alcohol. She sets the cup aside on the night stand and looks around.

"A bit. I mean, don't think I would ever have stayed in a place this fancy."

He gives her a look, knowing that she's probably thought about it.

"Ohhhhhhhh, but you've wanted to, right?" he teases.

"Possibly," she admits with a grin. "Didn't think you'd go for a place like this." she adds.

He makes a face. She's right in a way, but he has on occasion treated his companions once or twice.

"Yeaaaaah, not really my style," he replies. "But it is something different."

"Different's good now and then," she says honestly. While she can agree that it is not really his style or hers however she does sort of like it.

She lays back, her head on the pillow as if testing it out.

"Very comfy."

He looks at her on the bed.

"Wellllll," he nods. "It's big so in theory it should be.

He sits on the edge, studying the bottle.

"Theory that is proven to be fact so far," she says with a grin still testing out the pillow.

He lies back, testing out the mattress. It is pretty comfy, no doubt.

"It's good, yeah," he agrees with a grin.

She looks over at him with a smirk. "I wonder what else we can prove true."

"You tell me."

He looks back at her, returning the smirk.

"I dunno. I mean you're the clever one. Thought you'd have some theories." She just can't stop flirting.

He kind of knows what she's getting at. but he'll let her hang on for a bit.

"What do you want to prove, exactly?"

"Dunno. What do you want to prove?" she replies back not about to give in just yet.

"You were saying it, not me."

Two can play that game, Rose. If he wanted to, he could keep this up all day.

"Well this mattress is a bit comfy so far, yeah?" She'll give him that for a bit before she bats her eyelashes rather innocently.

"Very," he agrees. "I might just fall asleep on it right now."

He gets himself settled as if to get ready for a nap.

"You're not serious are you?" she questions wondering if that is his tradition on his planet.

"I think that comes after."