“Alright, let’s see...” Beth considered how to go about setting everything up. “I’ll go rent a nice hovercar, and come pick you up around four. We can get our hair and all that done, then I’ll take you to this up-scale place I know called<em>20th Century</em>where I can buy you a dress and they can handle any measuring and adjusting.” Generally speaking, Beth got involved in these sorts of high society affairs only a few times a year—but when she did, she was thorough. “After that, we can swing by my place really quick so I can get my dress, and then we’re off to the ball.” She smiled. “If it sounds good, just send along your address to my comm so I can pick you up later and I’ll go make all the arrangements.”