The world seemed to have advanced far beyond them. In new strange ways, to be certain, judging by the amount of skin the woman behind the bar bared with no hint of self-consciousness, but as well with technology Constance had never thought to imagine before. The thought of water being piped right into one's room with so little difficulty that when she had mentioned it to Ruby, the woman had blinked in surprise that it would be spoken of at all. As if it and electric lights were too commonplace to even appear on one's awareness.

"That sounds..." she tried to find a word to encompass the idea of hot waterfalls, of bathing beneath one as if it were an everyday sort of thing. "Glorious. How do they do that?"

There was no difficulty in raising her glass to match his, "May they all be this lovely."