Of course. Lobsters. If there were ever times in which Phoenix made sense, this wasn't one of those times. Well she made sense, stealing lobsters from the Chef and naming them didn't. Much. Still, it was pretty hilarious, and Iosef chuckled. Even more so at her high pitched mad laugh.
"Yeah, I get that. But lobsters?!" He still couldn't believe it.
Iosef knew he was being played like a fiddle, but he didn't care. Not when the fiddler was Phoenix. Smirking, turned to face her a little more.
"I'm sure I am! Now, apart from a huge-ass jacuzzi or a bathtub, I don't see anything else we could use..."