Rogue leans forward a bit. "If Ah'm hired, what's the pay like?"

She gives Alison a wink before the boys invade the table. The Southerner glances to her husband to see if he thought the two bottomless pits were looking a little too smug for just putting luggage away. Except her husband is not paying attention. She shrugs and slaps Rodney's hand away from her pretzels.

"Getcher own there, boyo."