The look he gives her is a little amused. "It's nothing special. Just another town." Its only real claim to fame is that it's the site of the first attempt at manned space flight, but who gives a fuck about that when attempt is the operative term? "You don't want to go there. You want to go here."

He slides her finger across the map to Gold Saucer. "That's where all the best opportunities are."

Yeah, she'll like it there. But since they're already playin', and since the shot glass is gettin' cold in his hand, he takes another sip, swallows, and moves her finger over to the northern continent. "We could go the long way. Fly over the crater. It's pretty from up above."