"Establishin' a baseline," Hardison said cheerfully, before sticking his hands in his pockets and sauntering over to the side of the road and whistling a cheerful tune.

Way to oversell it, Hardison.

He barely had to wait more than a minute before a rickshaw driver trotted over to him, greeting Hardison with a grin and a tip of his hat. Hardison turned to give Eliot a, Can you believe this? look before saying, "Sorry," to the driver and pinching him, too.

The driver didn't respond.

"Thanks," Hardison said, and walked back to Eliot. The driver stayed where he was for another moment, then shrugged and headed off. "Well, we ain't dreamin'," he said. "But we've left normal behind, even for this place."