Well, at the very least, we can pretend we're normal for five seconds.

[He flops down on the cement beside the flower garden, deck of cards in one hand. He motions a hand toward the spot in front of him. He smiles wide, because he's spent so much time making people sad or angry with him back home, he rarely gets to see that kinda' childish glee.

Mostly from Josh, but he's gone now. The smiles roll in at a snail's pace.]

What d'you say? A little card playing in a big city?