"Oh yeah?" The Balladeer didn't look particularly moved by talk of magical warp pads, but he does take to music chat a lot easier. Music chat is easy! "I've got a ukulele back home too. I take it out busking sometimes, but I think people pay better for the guitar." He grins self-deprecatingly. "Plus you can fit a lot more dollar bills in the case!"

That's not really important. What's important is that warping is definitely not twenty-first century slang. He glances off down the path, letting out a long sigh. He's had to break the bad news before, but never to a little kid. If only Greta were here.

Well, she's not.

"This is New York City." He leans back, gesturing at the skyline. He has no idea if it'll mean anything to the kid. "I'm pretty new here too."