"Oh, I can just see the souvenirs. Non-magical glass beads with glow in the dark paint. T-shirts with sayings like 'party all night when the night never ends.' That sort of thing."

"Exactly! Sometimes I wish I'd run into a pocket dimension and become rich off it."

"Don't we all. At least get first dibs on whatever magic one finds there. What would you do with that sort of money?"

"Donate half of it to charity and use the other half to become even richer and do that again. Rinse and repeat."

"That is the best answer."

(He might be blushing a little.)

"Should I leave you alone or find you a room?"

"W-what?" Arthur splutters.

"I haven't even started flirting with him, Jessica."

"Oh, okay, tell me when you do."

"Wait, not yet?" he blurts out.

"Ah, I sense interest."

She just eats her food, smiling in silence.

"So... uh. Would you like to go see a movie?"

"Why I'd be delighted."

"Must be a record of some sort."

"I'd appreciate it if you dropped the commentary, Jessica."

"Great!" Pause. "I actually have no idea what movies are on."

"Me neither, but how about Friday at seven?"

"Sure thing."

"—oh but also, there's this thing—I'm genderfluid, sometimes I'm a boy, how much of an effort should I make to be a girl on Friday?"

"Uh... that is actually not a concern."

"Should I just go find another table? I can go find another table."