"See, I knew the icy wasteland that was this side've New Jersey could use a little Sunshine State. I brought--"

"That's Florida."

"--two more-- it is not Flora-- Florida, only sometimes Florida-- that I did promise would get to meet Mr. Wayne. I think they'd prefer to keep calling you Mr. Wayne."

Tony's arm, already set around Jennifer/Jessica's waist, cinches her in tighter in the amicably handsy way he generally is, the amber penny-sized finishing of scotch dancing at the bottom of near empty glass as he gestures with it.

"But you know, I'd love to hear about what games you're into. And what euphemisms you're into," inevitably, to Vickie.