Hmm. Thoughtful little whippersnapper. She was going to make somebody a fine PA someday. Ooh, or investment adviser. Like, one of the eccentric ones who worked downtown, but actually owned property in the old mansion district which they filled with carousels.

More than that, Vola had to admit, she'd more been paying attention to this whippersnapper than the glass itself. Another thing the kid did- made that seem quite appealing. So, Vola shimmied off her glove and gave the wall a long, thoughtful stroke.

The glass was cool, but not cold. It felt still liquid to the touch, but again, not cold. And when she thought on it, really and truly thought on it like the girl did with her eyes half-closed and her little self so very much at peace.

"You know? I do. It's /different/ from the glass in the place I just left. Better."