A couple of lap dances

"Oh, just the regular reward for helping people move," you begin, the full weight of your new powers in your voice. "Pizza, a couple beers, and some lap dances will be fine."

"Of course! Besides that, I mean." She looks expectantly between you and Greg.

He shrugs, but you decide to keep your options open: "Ask again in a bit."

Then the doorbell rings, and Grace hops to her feet. "Speaking of pizza, looks like it's here! Amy, can you get the door while I grab the boys a couple of beers?"

Amy nods and goes to get the pizza, while her mother disappears into the kitchen. Soon the four of you are eating, drinking, and chatting.

Once you're finished your pizza, Grace slaps her legs and stands up. "Well, it's about that time. Who do you want a lap dance from, sweetheart?"

"Hey, why don't I get to pick?" Greg protests.

Grace whacks him on the head playfully. "Let John choose. He's earned it, after all he's been through."

Greg grumbles a bit, then nods.