"Yes, or ask people."

"Yeah. Well, I'm in 290B, how about you?"

"315A!"

"That's a nice number."

"Is it very? Haha, now I know your combination lock code probably."

"Well, if you try it, I guess you'll find out," he says with the vague drawl of someone who is either hinting about something cool or making a veiled threat.

"If I ever find your bicycle, I will turn it backwards and lock it back up again! Hahaha!"

"You dastardly villain."

"Oh yes. Worst of worst. Planning to steal the Pacific Ocean."

"No! Not the Pacific! You can have the Bering Strait, though, no one is using it."

"But I want the Pacific one because the Atlantic should be biggest! It must win!

"Secretly, the Pacific Ocean is part of the Atlantic Ocean already."

"You don't say! Well, what would I do with the Bering Strait anyhow. I don't want to ber anything."

"Right, that's why you want the strait to do it for you."

"Maybe I would think of something to ber if I had a strait to do the work."

"That's the spirit!"

"So where did you come from? I grew up in Notting Hill."

He names his little town and does not elaborate further than that. "What's Notting Hill like?"

"Neighborhood of London, but if I say 'London, I am from London, Londoner girl Nia that's me', probably I have a suspicious accident next week and all the London enclave is accounted for in their reading room and all saw each other they promise."

"Oh, okay, I've seen London on TV. It's very historic."

"Yes! It is older than I am. Old enough to run for Parliament. Maybe more than thirty years old."

"I think it's even old enough to retire!"

"It has such a work ethic!"

"It should take its gold watch and then go find work somewhere else!"

"Who will hire it? It has so much experience, but it is so expensive."