[ She has the decency to look guilty. Saw's home had always been a revolving door for all types of people, and her tendency is the same, as much as pretends otherwise. ]

Maybe for a night, if they have to, but I'll give up my bed. [ and crash on the sofa or the floor or in Poe's spare room. She leans forward, suddenly earnest. ]

I'll get [ *steal ] something from the market to make it up to you. You like sweet things, yeah? We could go tomorrow.