"Then you're livin' in the wrong city," Cooper replies cheerfully. London seems to be made up of nothing but politics sometimes. He will admit that it does grow dreadfully weary sometimes, trying to keep track of who had an alliance with whom and who were the real ones in power.

He pulls two sandwiches out of the picnic basket, offering one to Nancy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a daytime picnic, with the bright sun on his face and a beautiful person by his side. One had to enjoy the little moments in life, otherwise there was nothing worth living for. "Maybe I can take you for a ride after we're done eating." That wasn't entirely a double entendre. He's been wanting to get Nancy on the back of one of his motorcycles for a while now. That way he could combine two of his biggest passions together.