Mmm, tummy rubs.
Don’t worry, Jany, it’ll become very clear by the end of this chapter that Bianca is not down with the idea of “having her Being do sex-related things to please her that they wouldn’t spontaneously do on their own.”
Sparrow: What’s going on? Is he okay?
Bianca: He’s fine! He just showed up carrying —
Patrick, how much is that?
Jany: Kara Lynn, c’mere.
[thinking] If he had a standing order too — I don’t know if I can take this —
Bianca: Twenty, forty, fifty, seventy, ninety . . .
Sparrow: Whoa.
Since when can you whip out this kind of cash on cue?
Bianca: $450.
Sparrow: And how long were you planning on holding out on us?
Patrick: Now that is not fair! The first thing I did when we met, before I even knew you, was “whip out this kind of cash.” And you didn’t give me so much as a tummy rub in return!
