“Alright, alright,” Rose caved with a small pout. “Just… send a warning note before you send any creepy-crawlies through, yeah?” Glancing between the two men, her eyes lingered on Rolf’s for a moment, before she smirked and looked back to Dennis. “You don’t need a vagina to butter Rolf,” she claimed, her eyes darting to Rolf’s as her smirk turned wickeder and she made herself comfortable against Dennis. “Rolf loves me for my boobs, don’t you, babe? And you, leu piu, you have those amazing baby blues that I’m sure he can’t resist either.”
Beaming at Rolf, Rose felt pleased as punch when Rolf stood up for her, defending her honour, or at least ensured that she wouldn’t have to go into the bag. That is, until he came up with an alternative to the bag, which earned him a shove and a goodnatured glare. “Why would anybody put a baby in a corner or a bag?” she asked Dennis, figuring that he had just stated the obvious, unless, of course, the parents needed space and so found it the most practical to put the baby in the corner.
She did perk up almost immediately as Dennis continued. “The Caribbean? Sun, white beaches, azure water and you two all wet and barely dressed?” Her smile brightened as she nodded. “I’m in. When are we leaving? Why are we going there?”