"The one that at least tries to be self-aware and honest."

She giggles. "And more specifically, what track are you?"

"Land management. Which I know is the stereotypical useless blue profession, but it involves much less contact with them on a day-to-day basis."

"With the tradeoff that you have to meet them more often than you have to meet the other kinds of blue?"

"Sadly, yes. Woe is me."

"I'm sure it can be useless but, like, so can all other professions, if you're good at land management you can do a lot of direct measurable good."

"Thank you. I actually try to get more involved than most. Some of my tentants might think I'm too nosy or too cheap to hire a yellow, though."

"Are you?"

"I'm not too cheap to hire a yellow. I hope I'm not too nosy."

She giggles.

He giggles and smiles at her.

"Aww, you look so springtimey."

"Is that so. Should we do something about it? Can't have us looking all springtimey, what will people think?"

Snort. "I don't know, maybe Ovali will think of something."

"Well, my professional opinion is that we should pay the bill and go somewhere private."

"But whatever will we do once we get there?"

"Smell the pretty flowers."

"That euphemism is at least one decade out of fashion."

She giggles. "You'll have to tell me how you know about it, unless you're much older than you look."

"Maybe I am. Who knows what sort of secrets the blue conspiracy hides from everyone?" he says with an elaborate hand wave.

There is no accompanying magic though.

She raises an eyebrow. "If the secret is 'immortality and youth' maybe don't share until we have planets."

"If the secret is planets, please do share with the audience."

"Don't worry, blues are not that evil."

"Such caste essentialism," she says, shaking her head. "So, are we going to smell the pretty flowers or not?"

Of course.

They pay the bill and leave for the subway. Are they okay with Teo paying for the blue car?