“What in the three worlds are you doing?” I took stock of the mess of torn pages scattered around me like the fanned-out train of a dress.

“Making paper animals. I’m taking requests for the next ten minutes only.”

“A spider.”

“How about a horse?”

“A caterpillar.”

“Can I tempt you with a horse?”

He stared at me, unimpressed. “A stag.”

“I’m sorry, did you say horse?” He pressed a finger between his brows, pushing upward as he sighed. “A fucking horse, then.”

I flung the mangled paper I had been holding at him. “Enjoy”