"I am," she admits, head ducking a little in concession, and bringing up her wine to drink from, which makes her quiet voice echo hollow into the glass as she adds, in a just-audible mumble, "Or being romantic." Drink sipped, she shrugs. "I don't think our world has any. It would look different."

A pause, and deciding it's her turn to ask, Benji adds; "Is it all like that? The place I saw."