Well that was ominous in its non-specificity.

"Ilde, if you're about to tell me you got a dog and it needs little matching doggy coats for every one of your outfits I'm gonna have to stop you right there. Not that that isn't a great idea, but I'm just too busy right now to branch out into a new line of petwear when I'm sure there's already something along those lines being sold in this fucking city somewhere."

A waitress comes around, deposits glasses of water in front of them, and is gone just as quickly as she game. Penelope takes a nice long, refreshing sip. She will probably need it.