"I dunno, maybe," Kaden shrugs, drawing a line in the salt at the bottom of the bowl of fries. Merlin had seen it, that meant there's a chance, right? But the future's still slippery, not something he can grab onto and about as reliable as solid ground in the Hole. "Cities huh?" he asks her instead. "That mean you're always looking round, seeing what's broken?" He points out the window, up and down the street, not at Cobble Hill itself but indicating further afield. "How would you fix up this place, then? What's broken?"