Emmy happily took the seat that Kimblee offered her; could he get any more gentlemanly?

"Ah, London isn't actually on the ocean but it's linked to it; we have a river called the Thames that runs through the city and ends up there! I've been to the seaside a few times, but not recently."

Better not start talking about what happened the last time she was near the ocean. That could open up a whole bag of worms, especially in regards to a certain masked scientist. Taking a look at the wine list, Emmy folded her arms and shook her head slightly, handing it over to Kimblee with a 'you choose, I've never been too good at this'.

"What about Amestris, Mr Kimblee? You said it doesn't touch the ocean, correct?