Ari thought for a while.

Ari then begins to ramble for a minute. 'Uh, [i]maybe[/i]? Wherever we go we're probably going to get fucking swarmed by the paparazzi and fans and the like. Also, I have no idea what's in New York at all, uh... what [i]is[/i] there to do that's not, like, cliche or whatever? Actually wait that's a lie, I went to New York with my dad in... 1971 to see a Louis Armstrong performance, so I was like, four. I barely remember any of it... um, maybe we went here at some point, um...'

'..Oh, sorry. Anyways. You tell me!...' Ari nervously chuckled.