She rolled her eyes, though she doubted he could see her. "Right... an ad. How would your mother feel about learning you'd put out an ad to find someone to take care of you?" she smirked, grabbing her bag, waiting for him to finish.
"Where to next? Ummm... I could go for something to eat," she suggested. "Are you hungry for anything in particular?" Bridget asked as they walked outside, "because I could go for some Italian... or pizza even," she admitted wih a smile.