[ Roxy is returning with a tray stacked with shots. Most of them are green and she's got some salt and tequila and limes as well. She settles it down on the table, and takes her seat once more. ]
Heeey. Look at all this shit. We got our staple meal and our desserts. A little bit of everything.
[ Whispering: ] I wanna steal a shot glass. I'm gonna steal a shot glass. They're a funny shape and I gotta have one.