Zane: You've barely touched your drink-- Mindmistress: True. I wasn't kidding when I said I rarely drink. Sips at parties as a child. My father told me--nevermind. Open myself to new...experiences.Mindmistress: ...Including the joys of fermented grapes. Hmmm. Not bad. Zane: What did your father say? Mindmistress: He said that L--that I could get drunk on rumcake. Ridiculous, of course.

Mindmistress: Wooo. Interesting dis-disorientation. Maybe my father ws right, at that... Zane: Half a glass? You're already...feeling it? Whiskey, maybe, but wine--? Mindmistress: That play you're writing...was the heroine ever attracted to a Yahoo?Zane: Yes...but she found she couldn't act on it. The body wante dit--the mind, though--knew it'd only make her...lonelier. Right? Zane: Well...yes. Mindmistress: He'd be a good-looking pet.

Zane: Are..are you okay? Mindmistress: I'm fine. Fine fine fine fine fine. Drunk as a skunk--on a teeeny tiny drink. I'l be jus' fine...jus'...feelin'...feelings. Not...thinking.




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