In fact, the goblin had mentioned it before, but for him at least, this site always felt like being in America, though it was an America without pretense or brag here, just an everyday one with everyday members living everyday lives, "...well make that two donuts and a American coffee please..." shouted the goblin to to the bistro owner's wife again, she looked back, first perplexed, and then burst out laughing "...oh sinor goblin, you trying to kill me, your joke is very funny my sweet one...", somehow this enormous credibility gap had just opened wide where the wooden floor of the bistro had been, even though the goblin was in earnest here, simply he liked America when it didn't notice the camera
