"Okay, let's roll - shopping mission," Beverly nodded, popping the last bit of cream cheese goodness into her mouth; it had been really good, and she kind of wanted to teleport this deli into Starklandia, but that didn't seem possible, unfortunately. They didn't even have a grocery store, really, so - priorities.
She stood up from the table, offering her hand to John. "Yeah, banishing them from the theater - I like the way you think," she teased. Of course, she wouldn't for very long - but they'd been kind of shitty to Richie lately, and she was mad about it.
Anyway, she wasn't going to think about that now - out into the sunlight she went. It was interesting to see just the general aura of this time in history; hotels scrapping thousands of pounds of ornamental metal work to help in the war effort, people gathered around drink stands, dark marquees. "Let me know if you spot like, a good place to buy records or musical instruments - I think there used to be a whole bunch of those shops, ones with sheet music. We can probably get candy at a bodega."