"Ah... yes." Her mouth twists a little. "So many happy memories. Thanks for reminding me."

She gestures at the new frames, which hold Klimt prints, a stylized map of the New York subway system (circa 2015), and one very classy black and white photo of a band which, from the perspective of the bar's other Neptuneites, hasn't yet been invented (thus illustrating just how indie Veronica is).

"Possibly I should bolt these to the wall."