The town scene was unique in the way prairie homesteads and fisherman's’ wharfs were—unique in their dilly-dallying ways, yet altogether uninteresting to Clo, who’d long grown attuned to an upbeat city lifestyle. However, Elizabeth had urged her to come visit, and Clo was never one to refuse to travel, so here she was, surrounded by a town she would have otherwise had no interest in. 

“Well, she was certainly something,” Clo said once they’d passed the woman with the heels. Still, strange people were everywhere, and the woman soon left Clo’s mind.

At Elizabeth’s assertion that they’d arrived, Clo turned to the window beside her, peering out at the building they were pulling up next to. There was nothing particular to note about it—not that she’d thought there would be anyway. When Elizabeth had finished parking, Clo helped with her suitcases, following Hank and Elizabeth towards where the elevators were.

“He wouldn’t have been able to hear the music anyway,” Clo said at Hank’s remark about Beethoven, flashing the man a grin.

At 6C, Elizabeth and Hank started a discourse about a meeting—one which Clo wasn’t informed of, and she hated not being in control of her schedule. 

“Well, this is a first,” Clo said once the two siblings finished their explanations and reassurances. “I don’t think I’ve ever met with city council members to discuss my social contract as a visitor.”

When it became clear that the meeting was nothing to joke about, Clo figured she may as well change the subject. “What’s good around here?” she asked, setting down her suitcase. She could unpack later. “Any recommendations? You’re the locals.”