[Theodore looks back at the water, dipping his hand in it unhappily. Seventy-two degrees. Back home, it'd been a payment system. So why not here? Would it not be stronger here with so little city to crowd them out?]

What gracious spirits they are, then! I'm sure they're thankful that people... wish for things, then. To be remembered.

[Why, doesn't that sound solemn. But he straightens up the next moment and lays his hand out to dry. There's something he's got to ask.]

Pardon the intrusive question, but you are a guest of the Velvet Room, are you not?