"—Well, excuse me if your policy doesn't specify false advertising as a reimbursement option, but this is not a theater, this is a cinema — also known colloquially, but accepted more specifically, as a movie theater — and if I have to sit here all day, I'll get my two hundred fifty-two dollars and seventy-four cents worth!"

The little man following the pedantic rant sat next to Dean, legs crossing as he carefully adjusted his slightly-too-large suit. Niles Crane had no idea what he was getting himself into.

He looked up at the screen, almost excited when he thought he recognized what he was seeing. "Oh, this is that Black Widow movie, isn't it?" he asked as he stuffed the fake Hamilton ticket into his suit's inner pocket. He should have known that deal had been too good to be true.