Rosemary's rely of |I'm a woman of my word| is very much backed up by both the enthusiastic thumbs up that the greeter gives Bunny and the rolled up tissue up her nose. Although from the greeter's smile, Rosemary probably could have used gel rounds and that wouldn't take away the shine of whatever it is that's giving the greeter such a case of the happies.<br/><br/>The taxi ride back is terminally calm in comparison. Complimentary bottled water is the most exciting thing about it, and even then it's only by virtue of a wide choice of no-sugar-no-cal flavorants. And the trip's still under the favorable terms, so it's almost as good as getting payed to drink the water. (Not the biggest of technically monitary rewards, but it's still there.)<br/><br/>There's no interesting or relevant messages that came in while Bunny was out, unless dubious sex enhancing pills suddenly became both less dubious and more relevant, so there's little to interfere with the rest of her night or the preparations for tomorrow as her circadian rhythms were concerned.