Yes, yes, and yes.

Rosa jerks a thumb at Casey over her shoulder. "We picked him up for solicitation."

"Solicitation of the time," Casey yells, red-faced and clutching the bars of his cell like a grumpy baby who wants out of his crib.

"He paid a hooker to tell him the time?" Dan shakes his head. "Is that even a thing?"

"You'd be surprised," Rosa says.

"The battery in my phone died!" Casey yells. "I just wanted to know what time it was!"