Call: Jeremiah/Hannah
Well, this tastes like... fruist, and open spaces, and the way dew forms on the branches in the early morning, and mountain air, and sunshine, and fog all rolled together and bottled, and sold to connoisseurs who would appreciate it. [He takes a sip and smiles.] It's very different from here. I think a bit more like New York, although... you'll likely think me a snob, but there is no city like Seattle, not even New York, although once upon a time I thought about living in New York, and I thought I would move to LA and now I'm here, I guess. For a while, or forever, I don't know which will be true. [There's a sigh that can't quite be heard, and he starts music, low in the background.]