Dava wants to disagree strongly but Conway cuts in.

Conway: What is the Clouds of Spring Summit?

Dava: The Clouds of Spring Summit is the same as your American Congress. It is a type of democratic institution. All important decisions on the governance of Zhongdian are decided by this summit.

Conway (amazed and shocked): I would never have imagined that such a far away and isolated place could have such wonderful and perfect democratic principles. It makes me amazed!

Zhuoma: Mr Conway, if you have enough time, there are many, many more things about this place that will make you amazed.

Conway (in English): Can I be so lucky as to have you take me to these places where I will be amazed?!

Zhuoma (also in perfect English): Of course.

Conway: Aaaahhhhhh! I am really the luckiest and happiest man in the world!

Dava (still in Chinese): What are you two saying?

Conway (naughtily teasing): Dava, your English level has always been low. Who should we blame for this? (then to Zhuoma in English) If I want to say something just to you, we don’t have to be physically separated from pathetic Dava.

Zhuoma laughs. Suddenly a Black Tibetan Crane flies overhead. Zhuoma looks up at it. Her expression is melancholy.

Zhuoma (heartrendingly): Big Brother Dava look! The Black Tibetan Cranes are leaving!

Conway (foolishly and ignorantly): Black Tibetan Cranes?

Zhuoma: Black Tibetan Cranes are our Tibetan peoples’ friends. They are our magical birds.

Conway: Wow, quickly tell me! What kind of magic!

Zhuoma: INCREDIBLY LONG BORING STORY

Conway: Wow! That is such an amazing and beautiful story!

Dava: Little Sister Zhuoma, sing the song taught to us by Long Duo.

Zhuoma begins to sing and dance on the daffodils and poppies. Conway is so entranced that he tries to dance too. But he is bad at it.