[That's quite a selection of voices. Prior shifts from Garland to Hepburn, O Hara to Dubois in the course of most common conversations: tributes less than pure vocal echoes, but good ones. Recogniseable to anyone who would know. And so few do that it fairly well flattens the point. The idea that someone might have a few points of common culture, at least, is almost enough to distract from that dull, dire, foreshadowing feeling settled into his stomach.]

As long as they're not thinking about trying a taste for themselves. We don't have dragons here, but I'd check the small print on any dinner invites for a while.

[There. He kept to the subject. And now leans forward, chin lightly cupped in his hands.]

If only the South here could have had a few more cocktails and corralled its dragons into derbies I might've given the place a chance. But where are you from?