"What? No." The idea of taking money from him is so offensive she's actually pulling a face. "I'm your friend, you don't pay for friendship." Hopefully, that's permanently off the table. He'll have to find subtler ways to repay her for things.

The idea of him in those puffy golf pants does distract her from what would have been a brief showing of temper anyway. "No golf," she promises. "Walks. Walks are nice. But I can't picture you doing anything strenuous enough to muss up your hair."