At four in the morning Corvina is still awake and Mione takes the vial off the chest of drawers and asks whether it is really just oil.

CorvinaIt is really just oil. If it were anything else I would have told you before I handed it over. I am not that sort of adult.

MioneGood. Because I would like to use the rest of it, and I would like to be told what to do with it, and I would like that to be your problem.

Corvina says, mildly, that she has been giving instructions to people for nine years and it has never been this much of a pleasure.