Robin's response to the Israeli woman's "offer" is a pleasant, if strangely feline, grin... and an almost come-hither flex of her fingers fills the air with another pleasant drift of roses.<br/><br/>"Hmm. You know what they say about great minds..." The young woman chuckles and settles back against Tzahala's couch, and moments later the Israeli woman receives a message confirming the receipt of her address and giving a polite greeting. Apparently, the woman uses her augmentation to house her comm systems just like Tzahala does.<br/><br/>"Ayea. Though it's always bein' said by people about themselves, so ya gotta take it with a grain of salt." Tisha hides a smirk behind a long, deep sip of her orange juice, but the little woman's eyes twinkle with the kind of mischief usually reserved for pre-teens and newlyweds. "An' to answer your question, Miss, when I got me some downtime I go to the sim-bars downtown. There's one o' them Fantasy themed ones where you can drink mead an' watch dragons fight out in the sky. It's a good place to unwind an' get away..."<br/><br/>Liza chuckles a bit at that, and interjects for herself. "Didn't I hear something about you importing a bug into one of those sims so that the dragons were shooting rainbows at each other?"<br/><br/>"No commen'."<br/><br/>The older woman gives Tzahala a<em>"see, I told you so"</em>grin, before shrugging and answering for herself. "I go an' visit my daughter out on Flagler, or maybe go down to South Beach and see how many of the little college-boys I can get to buy me drinks if I'm feeling particularly flirty. No better way to drink on a budget... especially since Wet Willie's knows just what I like before I even have to order it."