Female bathroom rituals. Marie snorted in amusement. "No, it is not," she confirmed, though perhaps she should have made up something interesting to titillate. Cohen seemed like he could use some titillating. "At least if it is one, it's a ritual I want no part of."
Opening the supplies closet, she dragged out two heavy jugs of multi-purpose restroom cleaner, buckets, mops, extra disinfectant - they would need that, thanks to both vomit and raw chicken. She doubted Maeve wanted to have her pub be famous for people contracting salmonella, so a thorough cleansing of the walls and tiled floor was in order.
"Can you carry these?" she nodded to the multi-purpose cleaner. Oh, and gloves - two packs were also procured, and luckily they were the type of gloves that climbed up to the elbow. "I just find it funny that people think women's restrooms are so pristine. Like with champagne and solid gold toilet seats."