"My, my," she said, "I thought you could do anything."
"I can't unravel a drink," the cabinet said primly. "Why don't you take it off my hands?"
"That's a good idea," said the girl. She walked forward and picked up the drink.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked Bishop. "Turning chicken on us?"
"I just don't want a drink," said Bishop. "Hasn't a man got a right to - "
"Of course," she said. "Of course you have."
She sipped the drink, looking at him above the rim.
"What happened to your hand?"
"Burned it."
"You're old enough not to play with fire."