The price is more than a little horrifying, but the prospect of actually clean clothes is appealing enough that she won't argue about it. And if he doesn't think it's a hardship... she's at sea, here; it's hard to judge what does and doesn't make sense.

She hums thoughtfully at that. Long enough that it's likely not responsible for the recent schism-- at least not on its own. God, she didn't meet someone else there and-- no, she wouldn't have. She thinks. Maybe it's possible-- it's a long time, and people change; after Jack she swore she'd never get involved with a colleague again, but she suspects that doesn't stick. So maybe it's not impossible. But she hopes that's not it.

"Anything else we need for the house?" It's a slightly tentative we, and she's curious how he feels about it. "Groceries? Laundry detergent?"

Subtle, Dana, subtle. In fairness, she means for her own things, not his. Possibly she should burn them instead.