[If only John could be one of them. His head is entirely too full of Petre Dodrescu's thoughts and statements to be a comfortable resting place, and yet he's having trouble escaping it.]

There's nowhere good here. I'd know ten places in every borough, and one might not even kick me out for all the dine and dashes. Man, there has to be a field trip sometime.

[It doesn't escape him that the next senior field trip is quickly becoming another "date" for he and Petre, with all the plans they've somehow begun to make for next time they get to the city. In fact, he strongly suspects that a suggestion to break out and take the commuter train will come next, but waits for it rather than heading it off. He's not entirely sure he'll want to.]