“Can I offer shum… um, some kind of serv, sherv, swerve…” “Service?” Mel cut in, giggling again. Noah’s grin got even brighter as he nodded. “Yeah, can I just service the… the winner, Gage?” Arnie smirked. “Oh honey,” he said to Noah before I could answer. “You should definitely plan on ‘servicing’ the winner.”
