Precisely where, you may ask, are we? Well, for this very special occasion, we've set up a very special terrace. It's a terrace with two views, views that are not, under normal circumstances, compatible. Helia, what will our guests see if they sit next to you (aside from your cleavage, I mean)?
Helia: From my side of the table, we're looking across a plunging valley
Jeremy: No, I said aside from ...
Helia: ... to a hillside opposite.
Jeremy: Ah! Sorry.
Helia: Where we sit, we can't see the bottom of the valley, just the green fields and deep woods across from us—far enough away to have a slight shimmer, yet still visible in every detail.
Jeremy: Meanwhile, if you sit next to me, you'll get an ocean view! An abbreviated bikini of white sand gives it up for a turquoise tablecloth that stretches to the horizon (and, presumably, beyond—unless it's just chicken wire).
Jeremy: I'll pour out some luscious and spicy Fishnet Creek (!) Old Vine Zinfandel—into glasses, if I'm lucky—while Helia explains about the spicy mushroom soup we've concocted just for this occasion.