Gretchen shrugged and pulled a face, not disagreeing with the unspoken assumption that she was very rich. "Psh," she grinned, waving Natalie's dubious tone away. "What can they give you that I can't?" she waited until the other woman had placed the mead back on the table before rolling onto her side and pressing against her, dipping her head to kiss along the collar of Nat's shirt.