Sophie? Sophie, Sophie—oh, wait, she's the Flower Third, right? Pregnant, like, six times a year? *off your wry nod and Mac's snicker, shrugs a little* I dunno, maybe if we could be sure I wasn't going to be lucky number seven. She's pretty.
*wings his chips in, setting his cards down and turning to Mac* You're up. And would-you-or-wouldn't-you... oh, what's her name, main receptionist over at the Flower, cute brunette... crap, I've only met her maybe twice?