Like Rosa would bother putting this much energy into a weird joke. Maybe petty revenge, but not just a joke.

And she shrugged. Seivarden'd been a good sport (almost too good, really, but she was trying to suspend her suspicion here), so she offered at least something. "It's nice," she said. "One of my favorites. Good bar. Great spa. Good clientele."

Her pick-up rate at this one was pretty much 100%, too.