“I’ll try my best,” Midge replies. The problem is that she doesn’t know about all of Robert’s accomplishments. He pretty famously doesn’t like talking about himself. “I didn’t,” she says regarding the newspaper article and turning to look at Robert, who looks like he just wants to sink through the expensive carpet.

Hammond hurries off and Midge sips her champagne. “You’re a zoo design maverick,” she says, a note of wonder in her voice.

He’s right about the champagne though. Thankfully, there’s a bar. Midge catches one of the waiters as he walks by.

“Say, would you be able to get us a martini and…” Midge glances back at Robert and makes an educated guess. “A whiskey, please?”