[And Prior... misses this intrepid expedition. Heartbreakingly, in expecting to be followed, the dumpster diving goes unnoticed, otherwise he'd have grabbed an ankle in time to save Nash's... unusual outfit from getting besmirched.

He notices only when he looks around and... picks something curious off a shoulder. Noodles?]

Well no. Though it looks like you found your way into a carton of General Tso's just fine.

[What the. It's enough of a distraction to make him laugh and take up Nash's hands again, checking him over for more stray snacks.]

And I hope you know it's disingenuous for someone so attractive to complain about their age. Think of those poor souls who never had looks to lose. [They're supposed to be somewhere, the memory he's chasing doesn't play out under a set of streetlights but]

We'll take a cab.

[Or not. The two steps Prior takes with his hand lifting toward the buzzing street pull them straight through a looking-glass shimmer that hadn't seemed there until they touched it, and out into a darker, cooler spot. Apparently his memory hadn't paid much attention to the ride.

They're in a park, on the wrong side of high, closed gates and with a path stretching ahead and behind them. There are very few lights, but enough to see another Prior just ahead, twined comfortably around the person he's walking with.

The Prior beside Nash blinks after them.]

Huh. I suppose that's one way to save on a fare.