In reality, Malcolm had been a relatively well behaved child, but the further away the years got from Malcolm's childhood the worse children seemed to be. "They're really, really loud. We can give ours an IV of Ambian, right?" He was joking, of course.
He focused on the grandure of the hall again, blocking out the low rumblings of the other people milling around. "My reasons for mentioning it depend. Do you like it? I mean... I kind of want to visit the Air and Space Museum too, but this could work. I'm not objecting to this. Everyone dead who I would have invited if they were alive, well-- they're here." Mark gave a tiny shrug.
"But, we can look at some more traditional places first," he added quickly. "We've hardly tapped out the entirety of DC, and we have a few more days."