"Eh, you know. Favor for a favor," she said with a wave of her hand, looking over at Les. "Well, then, thanks for coming out. I mean, I understand why you'd want to, I've got drinks with you name on them, and I'm a pretty kickass dancer." She's smiling, and she clinks her glass against his.

"So, Les. Tell me something. How come you don't just like, turn everything gold or money or whatever?" There's no transition or introduction -- just from zero to money, and she looks over at him with raised eyebrows. "I mean, you could, right?"