"I actually like to do the leading in that scenario," she answers, quick as always when it comes to a bit of good flirtatious fun. It's likely a bit like riding a bicycle, the blond imagines, in that she doesn't do it often enough to be the best but still remember how well enough when necessary. Still- Hm. She sure is thinking about riding a lot, isn't she? "Though, I admit, a good challenge is hard for me to resist."

Rosie understands though the need to take the reins herself. After a life of being hated or feared for what she was and adored for what she wasn't, she's been in a place of self-discovery for the last half of a century or so. Living for herself and finding who 'herself' even was albeit as loudly and impulsively as possible. It wasn't all bad. Plenty of people loved her free spirit and spontaneity.

Other times, the same emotional forces that drove those particular traits were why her house almost burned down by her own hand not too long again.

"I also have plenty to offer," Rosie starts, white strawberry blossoms blooming in her golden hair as she smiles, "both on the menu and off." Thankfully, no one will be expiring today. The glass is taken though and she moves to make another drink with a song hummed on her lips.

When all is said and done, R.L. is presented with a strawberry daiquiri. "First one's on the house, but this one," the last word exaggerated with a gentle push of the drink towards the other woman, "is compliments of the owner."