"Heaven forbid, the outer boroughs. Surely the worst place to live in the world." Stephanie teased gently. As glad as she was to live on her skyscraper overlooking Central Park, Brooklyn wasn't exactly Afghanistan. "Snow-spewing guttersnipe, hm? That is the one who froze your shoes, I am assuming?"

Jokes weren't as fun when they had to be explained. "The joke is that I'm a rich mutant getting into the jewelry industry and that same-sex marriage is legal in New York." She laughed. "It sounds even sillier explaining it."