[He laughs- it's breathless and awkward, because he had a feeling one day she'd ask that. When she actually could, anyway. The shock of being asked all but makes up for the sad implications of what transpired there.] Big. Very noisy. [It's not enough and he knows it. He was so occupied with other things that he didn't pay much attention- anyone else, he'd point that out to, but for Belle, he struggles to remember the details. Or at least make what he remembers sound nice.] Imagine the Enchanted Forest, only instead of trees, there are buildings as tell as giants everywhere. That is New York.