That snort relaxes Kyle, softening his smile into something a little more genuine. "That's about how I remember my dad's friend who told us feeling about them. Never met rich people 'till I came back here, but early in the war there were collaborators, people working with the machines, who got special treatment and privileges. They acted about how the rich people do now do."

The raw enthusiasm Sean works up gets more out of Kyle than a smile, it gets an honest laugh, along with a half-amused, half-bewildered look, like he's not sure where that laugh came from but enjoyed it all the same. "Don't forget, we've got to keep some of what we've got put away for the future. But I'd love to try all of those, I haven't even heard of half of them." Some of them stir old memories, buried glimpses of a childhood he had to leave behind quickly. "I think we had -- yeah, we had blackberries a few times, me and my ma. I didn't know I remembered that much, that was right before we were captured by the Luddites."

Finishing off his own sandwich, he gives Sean a bemused sidelong look, dangling his feet from the fire escape the way a kid might. "You're a good guy, not taking advantage of that. Most guys would, that's one thing that doesn't change between now and then."