"My turn," she confirmed -- dabbing her thumb against the bar's top. Wiping out a water droplet.

"A Swiss ski resort. Roaring fires and chocolate fondue a-plenty. There'd be a little chalet that's so quaint and lovely that there'd be no reason to actually go out into the cold. You'd just stay wrapped up inside, watching old Bond films.

And Johnny Depp would not be unwelcome."