"Look, Notoriano, in my house, we believe two things." She leans against him, eyebrows raised.

"Number one," Rosy taps his chest for emphasis, "is that Gamp was a goddamn coward who kowtowed to his governing body's efforts to weaponize hunger against the poor." She pauses, eyes on his, biting down on the tip of her tongue to keep that smirk from going from shitty to genuine.

Then she pulls back, she looks away and reaches for her lemonade. "Number two is that there's no excuse for not flossing regularly," she continues, all business. "They say it's more important than brushing."