"Nothing I have is cotton," Shan remarked. It was true. She began unloading her basket into the freed washer and looked between the two men once or twice. She took a moment after Pulse's offer and then sneered in declination. "Non," she said, simply. When her basket was empty, she held it and turned to face them.
"Jean-Paul?" Poor dear. Ass. "'e 'as been behaving like an über-bitch since ze breakup." Jean-Paul was a good man, most of the time, but Joe had no doubt affected him severely. Things were dark for the Canadian, as of late. "'e broods all day. 'Ardly speaks a word." Probably for the best. Her eyes lingered on Josiah and she gave a flicker of a wink, "You owe me, Joe."