I'm right here, Midnight, Netzach. You know I'm here. One of you is using my lap like a pillow, and the other one of you is tempting fate.

[ says kaveh, with some exasperation and no little affection, and not necessarily in that order. finally, because he is kaveh, he turns to kiss midnight's cheek, ending with a reproachful butt of his head. ] Behave. If you've nothing to do, there's a basket of peaches on the table. Peel it and feed some to Netzach. And I know that rising it may be a bit much, but wouldn't it be grand? Just imagine the musicians on stage feeling the expansion of the space. They'll hardly want to perform anywhere else again.