“Ah, Coney Island. Freezing water and extremely aggressive waves,” Strange says, charmed at the fact that Benedict had actually visited the Atlantic. There’s a sort of wistful fondness in his voice at the recollection; if that beach is a little bit garbage, at least it’s his garbage.

“The food can be sinfully good, though, down at the boardwalk. We should introduce Thedas to amusement park snacks. Cotton candy, donuts, funnel cake.”

See, he’s doing his part for rifter diplomacy. Sort of.