That was exactly how Kavinsky felt about being a dreamer. He'd thought Ronan was the right person, that he'd be just as desperate for someone to connect with--but apparently Ronan couldn't have cared less.

"It's..." he broke off for a moment as he realized how tall Ash was--even taller than Ronan, who'd been the previous tallest person Kavinsky had known. At five-ten himself, he was...considerably smaller. "You like racism and bigotry? And a town so small I'm literally the one organizing ninety percent of the entertainment? It's not always so bad, though." The strength of his dream place had been a plus, giving him the ability to dream dozens and dozens of cars. It hadn't quite been like that in Jersey.

He couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, that's true." He pointedly did not look in the bartender's direction on his way towards the door. He'd also been told the town would cover things for a while, and unless they were all liars, he was going to hold them to it.

Shoving open the door and stepping out onto the street, he unfolded the map, studied it for a moment, and set off. "You know what I can't help but wonder? What the fuck happened to what we were wearing before. Did they fairy godmother us or does someone literally strip and dress everyone who shows up here?"