She followed his line of sight, her brows bobbing as she noted the woman he'd pointed out. "Apparently you're doing well enough to merit a trophy wife, though, I guess? You buy her the nursery so she'd have a hobby instead of waiting for you at home all day? Also kind of explains the dog."
BB looked back to him, smiling. "I'm kidding! Totally kidding. So what does she grow? Pot? I mean, this is California. That's the stereotype, isn't it?"