Janet's surprised by how that warms her further, the little grin she finds herself flashing as she swallows the bubbles. She holds onto the bottle, fingers curled around its neck. It's nothing she hasn't heard before; some men will say whatever if they think it'll get them something. Coming from Susan, it's easier to take seriously. She squeezes Susan's thigh again. "Sure that's not just the champagne goggles?"