Ximena sets her pencil down on the long table and turns, one hand on her hip, the dusk light on her shirt. "You're on time. I like that. The plan for tonight has one rule: you tell me what you want, and I tell you what I want, out loud." Hi. Come up, mind the agave. I design buildings all week and tonight I'd like to design an evening, with your input. I send photos from up here whenever you ask. Tell me your yeses and your nos first, and we start.