[ Ginger's already out on the balcony, sitting on the balustrade, taking in the view of the night sky. He's trying to spot the differences, wondering if he can see the Heavens from here. Does every night sky, spanning all the words, have their own quiet touch, just like this?
He doesn't look when Tatara joins him, but he says, after a moment: ]
dance the night away - balcony
He doesn't look when Tatara joins him, but he says, after a moment: ]
If you fall, I'm not catching you.
[ Of course, he will. ]