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You know what this place could use? A nightclub.

Don't get me wrong, I like Good Spirits a lot, but you can't exactly go there for dinner and dancing. The pizzeria seems like it has room for musicians, but pizza's not exactly ritzy. Sometimes you just want to go somewhere nice and hear a good band, you know? Putting a Tex Beneke record on just isn't the same.

It wouldn't even have to be dance music all the time, either. Just some piano music, like--oh, what's his name--Chopin plays would be nice. We probably don't have enough musicians here to make a full-sized band anyway.

I'm not asking for the Stork Club here--Lord knows I wouldn't get in if I was--but there oughta be something else to do here at night. For the most part, this place is great, but it's kind of a one-horse town when it comes to entertainment.

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Well, same kind of thing, except the music's good and no one thinks anything of it if you dance. It's not too formal, just a little...dressy, I guess.

[Probably Mildmay should throw this poor woman a bone. He shrugs.] Sounds nice, I guess.

[She'll survive if it turns out you don't want to come to her daaaaaance, Mildmay, don't worry.] It is. Sometimes it's nice just to get out for a while.

[...This is lost entirely on Mildmay.] Guess so. They got a lotta places like this, in New York?

They've got a lot of everything in New York. Plenty of clubs for all kinds of people. [But those don't really seem to be Mildmay's speed, let's be honest here.] Plenty of bars like you have, too.

Huh. Sounds nice. [...A pause, and then:] Why's it called The Stork?

You know, I don't know. They started it years ago--I've never actually been inside, but it shows up sometimes in the news. [Mostly as a look into the lifestyles of the rich and famous, which Kay doesn't find scintillating enough to read endlessly on, so they've just about exhausted her knowledge of the place.]

Huh. It really that big've a deal?

It's not exactly the Mirador, I guess, but seems like everyone who's anyone goes there. And people like hearing about celebrities--well, some people do.

Oh, I heard the gossip, I know. [Mildmay gives the concept a dismissive wave that he, were he in a more self-aware mood, would be horrified to realize was stolen wholesale from Felix.] Folks love that shit. Seems strange there ain't nothing like it here.

You would, wouldn't you? Not gossip magazines, exactly--no one here's really famous enough. But some idea of who's top cat. Maybe people come and go too much for that.

Maybe. I'm thinking it's too small. Smallest damn place I ever lived, and I ain't talking about the rooms.

Same here. It's kind of eerie sometimes, isn't it? Too many trees, not enough people. [Too many bunnies, not enough mittens.]

Yeah. I mean, I knew folk who were from bumfuck nowhere, and there ain't nothing wrong with 'em, but... you can always tell.

While they're still new to the city, at least. If they settle in all right... [Shrug. But Kay's a transplant, and while Indianapolis isn't tiny, New York was literally nineteen times its size when she moved there. So, uh, her opinion doesn't really count here.]

Yeah, there's that. I dunno. I reckon my city's different than yours.

I think you're probably right. It's too bad we can't visit 'em both--I bet everything'd be a lot clearer.

[...Mildmay thinks on this. Kethe, he misses home.] Yeah, that'd be nice. Your New York sounds like a laugh.

And Mélusine sounds like it'd be a nice place to visit. [Even if she wouldn't want to live there. Kay doesn't miss the physical place so much, but she wouldn't mind going back for a while.] You could show me around, and vice versa.

[Mildmay is... not laughing. But lightly, subtly amused.] Yeah, we could go on one of those flashie tours they got.

And I guess we'd put you on a bus tour. [She's smiling, but c'mon, a flash tour?] I want to see the real thing, though, not just what they show the tourists.

Bus tour? Where's it go?

[Mildmay has thought this through:] Ain't gonna take you some place you can get mugged just as easy as seeing the sights. The tours're nice, and you look foreign, so nobody'd think you was flat.

Around the city. They show you all the famous sites--Times Square, the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, things like that.

The clothes probably would give me away. [Sigh, looking foreign. At least the same'd be true of Mildmay.]

Sounds nice. And you could fill me in on the shit they ain't mentioned.

Mostly it's the hair. [He shrugs.]

Of course I would. Get you a slice of some real pizza, show you the other sights.

Really? I figured there'd be some redheads where you're from. [I mean, look at you, Mildmay.]

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