" you go do that, benedict . put your brain to good use , yes ? maybe you could invent something that will fly while you are at it . i am sure charlie would be ecstatic , " cordelia shot back with a hint of sarcasm in her sweet voice . as she predicted, everyone seemed to be at the park today . she could not blame them , the weather was lovely . " oh shush , benny . you're already here . your presence is a symbol of your consent . " she knew her older brother could never say no to her . she was the way she is because of them , they spoiled her and now they must suffer the consequences of their actions . " new york is . . . " the youngest whitmore could not find the words to truly express her thoughts about the city . " ⸻ i do not hate it but it is very different from the world we know of , benedict . the americans are a different breed . it's not a bad thing but it's not a good thing either . it's hilarious that they try to emulate british society . as for friends . . . " the sides of her lips momentarily turn up but quickly pursed them to conceal her smile . " i have made a few . and of you ? i am sure you've made some of your own . " for a brief second , cordelia was quiet , acting as if she was taking in the sight and sun , trying to act less suspicious . " i hear that hotel over there is owned by the astors and so is the one down the street . have you met any of them , benedict ? the senator's sister is a friend of mine . you have to join us for tea some time . one of their hotels , the astoria , is quite marvelous . "