Shake had to actually think about it. He scratched his head and looked around, "Let's go with new stuff. I want to be classy. Have a bit of panache." Of course, the mental image of panache and class was a velvet-covered circular bed with red satin sheets, with a couple of swans out in the pool, but that was neither here nor there. He was just as likely to get the most expensive things that were in the store, instead.