Re: Workshop: Pepper/Tony
[It reminded her strongly of packaging. Of the kind of plastic shrink-wrapped that you took scissors to when you returned from the grocery-store, hardy until something scored it through. The exo-skeleton on the table made her think of the tin-can jokes, one after the other: was a pop-up plastic suit better? Safer? But the smooth lack of outward reaction was a curved mouth that could had been anything.]
What is its application? [She sounded interested if distracted. The workshop was full of minute calls upon her attention in a fashion that the solidity of the building did not. A stair-rail was simply a stair-rail, it was omnipresent whether she thought about it or not, like elevator music. Tony's projects were composed - like reading crumpled scores that had been abandoned or re-written.]
[Her fingers squeezed, there was a warm note in the back of her voice like cream stirred into black coffee even if it wasn't a smile.] Trying to persuade you to leave your projects for a night.