"Only if the gentleman would be up for a back massage, so I don't have to feel indebted. And only if the gentleman doesn't mind my gross manky toes." All the polish is peeling off, because apparently giftshop 'Rapunzel gold' nail art isn't high quality.

She takes the bottle from him and takes a swig. She winces a little at the bitterness - tastebuds are still something she's getting used to - and passes it back, nodding that it's not absolutely terrible.

"Have you been holding up okay back here?"