"You don't even know how much I paid," Rosa pointed out. "For all you know, it could have just been five Bells."

It had not been just five Bells.

"But it doesn't matter anyway, because they screwed it up, and so now I'm not paying anything, if they know what's good for them."

And if she ever got off hold.

Or maybe she'd keep it. It didn't seem like the worst marketing strategy in the world to remind everyone that her Tightpants nickname for Miguel was seeped in irony for how applicable it could be to her as well...