She follows along, picking at her food as he explains the way it is in the US. Part of it seems so strange. Other parts, well, probably makes sense. It had to be a lot like the American political system, she figured. President of the Supernatural. Or so she could easily imagine.

"And you were in New York," she assumes again. "I'd love to go, see what it's like over there, both in the Supernatural communities and not." She could probably get a good amount of work over there, if she wanted. But ideally, she wouldn't be on a working vacation, just a vacation. "New York has to be astounding, underground-wise. Or do you call it the Subway over there?" A joke, delivered over the top of her wine glass. She's going a bit slower now, for Arthur's sake. Besides, despite years of drinking, she can feel the easy trickle of wine in her veins, making things a bit more subdued, a little more hazy.

Brilliant, just the way she preferred it.