A tour

Milton walks towards Amy, smiling broadly. "The scenery," he says, "is beautiful. As are you. It gives a man ideas, if you understand my meaning."

Milton turns to look over the edge of the cliff. "How are the sunsets from up here?" he asks. "A good cliff like this should have a good sunset, as the sun's fiery orb sinks below the depths of the horizon," A ship, the Alhurizan, questing to map the seas beyond the horizon. "Beautiful, poetic, romantic: the essence of the perfect sunset." He raises his hand to the sun, palm up as though balancing the sun in his hand. A small orb of solid light congeals in his hand, and he smiles.

Milton smiles, albeit in a manner expressing confusion. "Dance? This is the first I've heard of one. Well, why not, eh? I mean, how better to meet people?"

Milton looks at Amy. "Is there any particular reason you aren't going?" he asks.

Milton shrugs. "Why not find a date there?" he says. That's how I'll do this.