*Max can only nod at the Harpy's observation; he had long ago learned to never overestimate the masses.
No, that's only how people wish to remember it. Nostalgia wears rose colored glasses; turn of the century America was just as decedent and corrupt as the world we live in now. The only difference was the music was better... *The Reeve smiles, humming a few bars of "Rhapsody in Blue" while listening to Ariana talk of the Claire.
He grows quiet once again as he thinks over the idea of a costume, finally shaking his head "no"* Nothing I can thing of in particular. I tend to wait for for last moment with these things, waiting for a burst of inspiration at the last moment...