DP ducked his head and smiled at the tourist season comment, looking away. Then he looked back, questioningly. "You mean -- without the ravening murderous hordes?" He smiled crookedly, and shrugged, "Or do you mean -- full of 'normal' humans, to the point you couldn't go anywhere in the world without hearing some kind of human-made sound, or see some kind of human-made structure?" He opened the tins, and dumped them into the saucepan together, then reached for a fork to break it all up with, avoiding her eyes for a moment.
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