[ Margo lets out a small laugh. She’d spent some time in L.A. and Jessica is right on the money. Maybe her feelings would be different if her childhood hadn’t sucked, but Margo has her doubts. She simply sees California as the lesser home in comparison to New York and Fillory.

Her eyes look up to the bartender, a familiar face as Margo spends so much time here, and Margo smiles at her. ]

Same for me.

[ She turns her attention back to Jess. ]

L.A. is like a magazine cover – pretty on the surface, but fake as fuck if you look just a little bit closer. [ It’s why she hated certain parts of parading around as High Queen in Fillory. So often she found that she couldn’t be genuine. ]

What do you do in New York?