She smacks him lightly upside the head for that, thinking of stealing the fedora.

It's a nice fedora.

"Usually it's something that happens while one is walking, rather than the walking itself," she says, grinning.

People pass them, heading to clubs and bars or home, as the case may be. It's not nearly as busy as Mardi Gras, but it's still just before full dark on an evening in the French Quarter. There are always people.