Free Cities. Rockstar. That sounds so weird.
And it's even weirder to picture.

Renfaire World Rockstar.

The second is more manageable: "Same."

Her reasons for coming to all this are much less kosher than having a fancy pants date. Making sure people weren't getting fed to monsters in the hunting woods. Jo turned down a walkway. "I think this is -- Oh, yeah. It is." Her steps sped up, and she beelined them for a tastefully colorful shop front that someone had obviously spent a very pretty penny on making looking as upscale as it could.

And that big white gown on standing display inside a sheltered alcove that looked almost built for it. It's still almost wince-worthly-so for Jo still, but at least it wasn't her having to think about it.