"Like if they just suffer through a little bit of poking and prodding, they're going to get something extra for being good? You could be on to something… I noticed that Bowie starts perking up at the end of all of his appointments," it very well could be that he recognized the fact that it meant that he was going to get some treats soon, a reward for surviving that type of torture. "Now Whit, my cat… she doesn't like the vet. She doesn't care if there are treats involved. It's a no from her," they laughed, shaking their head. Sure, she was still going to go and get her shots and her exams, but… she wasn't going to like it. "Okay, okay, let's not let anything happen to the rental! Don't get me wrong, Cori's family does an amazing dry cleaning business here in town, but… even that's not always fool proof," they were confident Sam would want his money back, rather than ending up in trouble for ruining something. Smiling as he talked about not really even feeling comfortable, Stelly could understand it. Some people were meant for it, had even (quite literally) been born into it by being a part of a family that just naturally did these things, had a history of doing these things… and then everyone else just kid of did their best. At least, that was what it had always felt like to them. "Maybe not comfortable, but… as long as you have fun, right?" And maybe when you were too comfortable, it became old hat and less fun, anyway. "God, no," they laughed, shaking their head, "too low class for this establishment. We'll have to settle for dreaming."