Manehatten
Fox Trot looked away as Es appeared and...affectionately kissed Lone Star, his gaze feigning such interest in his briefcase. "Right...Anyways, I think they're still doing the Chicacolt musical....I'm sure you'll like it." He half mumbled as he packed up his case and held it in his mouth. He tossed a bag of Bits on the bed. It held a small number of Bits but the values were of huge amounts.
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Balboa's Pad
Balboa had been listening in amusement and in his buzzed state took it all in stride.
"Hahaha...oh Miss Snow Angel....beautiful Snow Angel, alas, I just can't give you Miss Hay Bale...she's my special little 'subject' we'll call her. Anyhoof. You were speaking passionately and excitedly about what essentially amounted to the next evolutionary state of equines."