[ At least Maxwell knows he can fully indulge in shitbrain pun humor and jokes with Russell, whether or not Russell will actually appreciate them or approve. But for the moment there is learning about magitech (nice) and Blossomcrown (...interesting. Still has elements of the rat race about it, but there's a definite attempt to make the aesthetics less bleak). ] Fun place... Ha, fun name, too. I get it.

[ He's extremely interested in the objects, but even so, turns his full attention to the server as soon as they're addressed. ] Thank you, yes.

[ Good thing it's not a 'you need reservations' kind of place. He doesn't have 'you need reservations' money at the moment. He lets the young lady seat them and give them the physical menus, thank god it's not one of those 'QR code' things or he'd actually start beefing with the technology instead of admiring it. Then he goes back to staring pointedly at the artwork. This place is extremely different from the Constant, because that seemed like a vibrant dimension that black-holed itself and started pulling in mostly Earth people and mostly from a specific time and place. This is a total explosion of times and places. ]

Thanks for finding this place, by the way. [ That flinty intensity is banked, some, but not gone. And his eyes are curious as hell. ]

You could teleport in your dreams, then?