it is 9.30. von is in my room assembling a very complicated cabinet and cursing at intervals. i am in the kitchen making tea and him a snack. hurray for gender stereotyping! and i keep popping in to hand him a cup of ginger drink or offer him a soybean and generally heckling: "you look like you need a mentos. to see the light. here have some edamame it'll make you feel better. but not smarter. like eating fish. sorry haven't got any ikan bilis for you to snack on."