Fives takes that as permission to keep going. "There's a restaurant three blocks down from here that makes food spicier than I ever imagined food could be, and they made fun of me and Hevy when we asked them to give us the spiciest thing on the menu. I don't think they expected us to be able to eat it?" He's grinning still, leaving forward a little, eager and happy. "It was amazing. They're nice to us when we come in now, and I'm learning some of the language.

"And hot dogs. They're not spicy, but have you seen all the different things you can put on them? I'm not sure there's anything you can't put on a hot dog. And sometimes the kids at the park have them." And feed them to aforementioned eager dog when he comes wiggling and squirming around to play with them. "They usually just have them plain or with ketchup or mustard, though.

"Oh, and music. There are so many different kinds of music, and a lot of what they play at the club doesn't make any sense if you actually listen to what they're saying, but it feels good, you know?"

And he realizes he's been babbling for entirely too long and winces a little. "What do you like best here, General?" he asks sheepishly.