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The Crossroads, Kansas City, Missouri, Sunday Evening
It wasn't a First Fridays in the Crossroads district, but there was some kind of a winter artwalk thing happening, so there were still a lot of people around. A couple of food vendors here and there along the streets as well as pop-up art spaces. A good mix of people, from middle-aged cultured people hoping to seem hip with the times, to young people with mustaches and/or unnaturally colored hair... well, honestly, hoping for pretty much the same.

And of course, Kate in her koala hat, and her guest who she'd just picked up from a portal.

(There hadn't been any sexy farmer sightings yet, but Kate had faith.)

"You know, back when I first came here? This was all just art. Or, like, artsy hipsters. Now there's a ton of just like... hipster-hipsters."

Wasn't this exactly the kind of quality commentary you'd come by for, Eric?

[ooc: NFB, for that there Viking dude that's visiting!]

Eric, wearing black because he liked black and tight jeans because his ass looked fantastic, thank you very much, glanced around with barely concealed disdain. (To be fair, generally his default facial expression.) "There certainly are a lot of them," he said. "But no sexy farmers."

He was going to get stared a whole lot. A whole damned lot.

"I promise you, you will see them," Kate said. "They tend to kinda congregate around the fro-yo stand, and yes, it's the middle of winter so they don't actually do fro-yo now. So they do 'no-fro-yo'."

A beat.

"It's as dumb as it sounds."

"Back in my day we called that 'loitering'," Eric said dryly.

"Even if it's with a truck and not-frozen yogurt?"

Truth be told, Kate much preferred the non-frozen kinds. She had icky Yogohut memories.

"Even then," Eric said. "They're really just standing around on a Sunday night eating yogurt? On purpose?"

"Hey, eating yogurt is a fine, time-honored hipster pastime!"

It was not.

Eric burst out laughing. "Really."

"Look, it's Kansas City, people need to have hobbies or they go nuts." This was maybe not an entirely serious argument. Especially coming from someone with a not entirely mentally healthy and stable family. "Some people get desperate and just focus on Instagramming themselves looking cool with yogurt."

"Those sound like extremely tasteful nudes," Eric deadpanned.

Kate smacked him on the shoulder.

Okay, more like his arm. He was really tall. "I did not need that image in my head. Oh, my god."

"You've missed me, admit it," Eric said.

Kate wrinkled her nose at him, like she most certainly had not.

"... Okay, maybe a little."

Eric beamed at her. "I knew it."

Kate rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, you're not getting a ton of Sherlock Holmes points for that or anything," she replied. "I mean, do I look like someone who just invites people to hunt for yogurty hipsters with me all the time?"

The only acceptable answer was 'no', because she didn't even know what a person like that would look like, and she'd bet it was not as cute as her.

"Speaking of which, I swear we're only like half a block away from them."

"I hope I'm the only one who's been invited on this," Eric said. "I'm terribly jealous."

Not really on this, no.

"Oh, everyone else had to cancel."

Of course.

Eric snorted. "The dozens of others dying for yogurt. Oh, of course."

"Hey, none of my friends are dying for yogurt," Kate said, because sure, that was an argument that made sense. "'Sides, it's weird when you say anyone's dying for anything."

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