Fair enough. Dirty, smelled like urine - well, they were in New York. It had its own unique aroma. If you happened to be by Central Park the scent was horse crap, if you were fortunate enough to take certain subway lines you’d catch a whiff of fish water, which was due to markets dumping the ice from the day before. Fish slime running down the street - a great way to start the morning.
"Yeah, you probably would be good at wrestling - you never know. Once we take care of this looming trouble - " Hope didn't name names specifically, but it was clear that this was the main goal for the future. Save the world. Save the universe. "...you could explore more of this world. I'm from California, and it's totally different."
She smiled over the edge of her glass. "Smells like the ocean. In the fall it smells more like a brush fire," she joked, but was also serious. Because her home state was a tinderbox.