Sunshine texts Spike the address, and this point she's giggling with about as much regularity as she's breathing. Hopefully he gets here quick, because if he's here, she'll be able to tell from his shadows if any of this nonsense is true or not. Also, he'll be here! That's exciting. All this talking about him has made her miss his face.

"I told him we have booze," she says, because that's the only part of the booze-and-muffins duo that she expects him to be all that interested in. She cackles appreciatively at 'Randy' - better text him about that, too - then leans her head back against the couch. Wow. Wow.

This has been a hell of a brunch.

Her phone buzzes again, and she tips her head back up to read it. "Awww, look, he called me 'pet.' Isn't he cute? I mean, sexbots and clothing theft aside." She snorts out another laugh, then asks, "Wait, why'd he think his name was Randy?"