It's true. She loves a good steak.

"You'll get more than a hug, but you stink, babe. I promise I'll make it worth your while and then some, hmm?"

She flits off to a room down the hall briefly, emerging in a tank top and what appears to be boxers. This she doesn't mind getting wet. Her RIG isn't very water friendly.

"Come on. Scoot!" She grins, snapping a washrag at him.