Civic pride, that's a feeling she recognizes deep in her bones; where she lives, one might say.

(The good place takes her a moment; the euphemisms she's more used to are house of honor, house of rest, house of (eternal) life. The cemetery.)

"Many heads," she says with appreciation, "that's about the size of it. You could say New York has five, one for each of the boroughs." Plus the mostly-invisible sixth, but that's a whole other story and actually encompasses all five of the mostly-material ones regardless. "Some of them used to be towns of their own, and then they sort of merged. Kind of like London -- does your world have a London?"