[Bepis...? Isn't that a dirty word?]

[Joey shows up without feeling the need to reply via text. She's not really sure about this whole typing on a cell phone thing when there's a perfectly good speaker right there, so she just cuts through asking about that and arrives promptly, looking over the drinks with a slightly concerned expression.]

Good afternoon, I guess. We're discussing the whole "would you kill for a hundred million dollars" hypothetical, right?