Arthur arched one brow at the giggle, and he had the kind of face where it looked neither feminine nor ridiculous when he did it. He listened rather patiently to her rambling train of thought, sliding both hands into his pockets and waiting patiently for it to end.
"Fred Burkle," Arthur said, as if this was an equally ridiculous fact. "I'm Arthur." He turned his head to slide unimpressed eyes up over the buttresses of the museum roof. "I wouldn't know. Everything is new; it's not my dream."