It's cold. I'm in the cafeteria with Lucy and everyone has on the same puffy black snow jacket.

Everyone.

Everyone but us.

It is a parade of black Michelin Men filling their trays with rice and kimchi and chicken stew.

"Same, same" says Lucy, pointing at two people. "Why same same?" she asks, pointing at another.

"It must be the warmest jacket in the world Lucy. A perfect envelope of thermal insulation. "

"Wow." says Lucy.

"Wow is right, Lucy, wow is right."