Admittedly, the timeliness of the reply she received wasn't something Roxy had been expecting in the least: rather, she had been prepared to wade through a veritable shitstorm of straight dudes with neckbeards trying to proposition the literal FUCK out of her.

Having someone who claimed that he could fix her beloved coffee maker ("he" being a confirmed thing from a quick background check) had Roxy scrambling to take the post down and reply right away.

TG: well
TG: welly well well
TG: folds my virtual hands n gets rockin in front of my virtual fireplace
TG: sippin delicately from the wine glass of eggnog on the side table
TG: w e l l
TG: if thats how u wanna play it i aint complainin ;)
TG: pls we can be familiar w each other
TG: esp when were goin sans frilly bathrobes
TG: whats the earliest time u can come over
TG: i will leave my door unlocked
TG: (and my cravat on)