Betty, who should have expected that, rolls her eyes so hard spots of colour flash at the edges of her vision and gives up on holding in her laughter.

"Okay, okay, smartass, so you're not bothered at all. You know I just want to make sure my girlfriend, whose virgin lips I ravished tonight," she would have kissed her anyway, she just could have planned it better, "knows what her options are. I do have a place of my own." Even if she is never there anymore.