Still feeling soapy, they tried to ignore the bears by awkward dancing to latin pop. 

At some point they both became fixated on a map of Selvadorada in the corner of the bar.  

Wren: How long have we been staring at this map? 
Raven: Probably since yesterday.


Raven: We should go, man.
Wren: It is late…
Raven: No. I meant there. To Selvadorada. 

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