Oh, gossip. One of the five food groups in the town she came from. She shouldn't enjoy it so much. "Well, there's a new guest that's worse than my mother, I swear. She wanted a room with 60 percent sunshine in the afternoon, or something insane, because she's bringing some sort of exotic plant, and she has this horrible little chihuahua with this crate that looks like it probably cost more than my car."