"Faith, I think even that freaky modern art has some point to it. The end result would be-" He trailed off, unable to find a word in his vocabulary sufficient enough to explain the city. "Not that the modern stuff has much of a point to it anyway." Except maybe to a psychologist performing a rorsarch test.
He caught the cap before shifting it towards his fingertips again and flicked it into the air sharply, repeating the same motion. It was only when he glanced over again that he caught the look, an eyebrow arching and his expression taking on a small bit of innocence.
"Yeah. And we both came out of it more well rounded than before," he added stubbornly.