People everywhere. A sense of expectation everywhere. Giving out a spark, Becca's eyes scanned the small crowd that had gathered below the gallery of her offices on Poydras Street--right in the middle of the American Sector. A smile spread up her face and she gave them a quick wave before speaking.

"Hello there! I just wanted to formally announce the beginning of my branch of The Renaissance--otherwise known as Voulez-Vous. I would like to thank Godmother Kates for this opportunity, and assure her that I will do my very best at everything I attempt. I look forward to this venture, and have big plans for our family."

With a final smile, she waves to the crowd below.

"Now, I believe you all have things you'd rather be doing, and I need to get busy with some things myself."

Turning around, Becca disappears once more, calling into the coolness of the building.

"Dwight, for the last damn time, get those beets out of here! ...No, you aren't going to lure bears in here with them, it's the middle of god-damned New Orleans...Dwight! Dwight, get back here!"

Her voice faded from the busy New Orleans streets as she rushed inside.