Are they up to something?

They grinned when he asked if they'd swapped, but one of them just said, "we share everything Uncle Jack." And they slipped their arms through his, letting him lead them through the crowd. Though whatever they'd taken seemed to be wearing off, the girls were affectionate and careful, ordering after him in clear voices, but insisting that they carry his order to the little table they picked for him and polishing off a bottle of water each before they settled again, sipping juice and eating.

"Well, we...I mean we have pajamas but they're boring."You wouldn't like them."If you don't mind the money we could get something prettier for you?" They both smiled, first at him, then each other, then toward the lingerie shop. It was a classy place, a step above VC, but a price tag above, too, the kind place men shipped for wives or, more commonly, mistresses. Given free reign would be very easy to drop several hundred dollars in such a place before you realized it.

It was the phrasing, though, and the tone they used. Wouldn't like it. He would think it's boring. Something for him. Something was definitely going on.