"Sure," Wichita replies, with an amiable shrug. "Or we could head out to the beach. Probably less chance of our scarring the impressionable children with everything I've brought." She wrinkles up her nose slightly, in a small face of incredulousness and light amusement, at the mention of Santana's roommate. "Seriously? That's got to be a downer, man. I'd say you could come room with me, but I'm shacking up with my boyfriend and I wouldn't want to subject anyone to that. Not even my own sister."