Veil — Chapter 11

[Aleksander]: That's how you burn your throat and head.

[Aleksander]: You shouldn't talk about the devil's drink.

[Emma]: What colour is that alcohol?

[Aleksander]: Don't take off your hat... it's reglementary.

[Aleksander]: Ah! Speaking of, it's so hot in here...

[Emma]: But I'm hot!

[Aleksander]: The same as my hair.

[Emma]: It's not my fault, it's the alcohol's fault.

[Emma]: So, what colour is it?

[Aleksander]: Ah, I believe you're starting to feel at ease, I think...

[Emma]: You're just trying to say it's pretty!

[Emma]: Half melted... My word...

[Emma]: I feel like your colour is very romantic...

[Emma]: The one of your eyes, I mean.

[Aleksander]: Ah, uuh... Thanks.

[Aleksander]: Huh? You want to touch my face?

[Aleksander]: Mmh?

[Aleksander]: No...

[Aleksander]: The same as my eyes, rather.

[Emma]: Ice!

Colour of temperature

[Aleksander]: Something that comes close to half-melted ice in a glass of brandy.

[Emma]: I'll have this, you'll save it for me, right?

[Emma]: Bah, you have two, sooo...

[Aleksander]: Putting reservations on someone's eye? Never heard that one before.

[Emma]: You could give me one!

[Aleksander]: When I called it the devil's drink, I didn't mean it so literally...

Their monologue. Table No5 of Cafe Beluga Conversation between a teapot and an empty cup

"Here they are again..." "She forced him to come again." "Bah, they're coworkers. The other day they were wearing the same uniform." "They could be a little brother and big sister, or big brother and little sister." "They sure get along regardless." "I could have asked his hat, but he didn't look friendly." "The kind of guy that's so dry that talking to him makes you parched, to be kind. Impossible to talk to from a table anyway" "Look at them! They sat at No8 this time. She has a knack for making the other customers pick that one. And don't get me started on the forks, plates and cups. Sometimes they're full." "Stop being so loud, you're the one that's going to end up in pieces next time" "He's so considerate, look... Her hand is wandering around, like a small animal. So he takes her finger and puts it through the cup's handle, every single time. Are you seeing it?" "He sure goes through a lot of trouble." "She touches everything. Probably to feel out the designs. I don't know, but when I get handled like that it makes me feel things." "Those human hands wandering everywhere sure scare me. Ooh, and the waiter still isn't coming. The customer from before, he put in such an amount of sugar... Horrific! I feel all sticky.