[with his lecture finished (most of which francel did not even listen to), civerege dutifully takes up the glass and disappears to some facility downstairs. francel closes his eyes. he nods. the room has stopped spinning, at least, and he feels well enough to sit up — but he doesn't push the matter just yet.]
...I would be glad to...
[his eyelids flutter open, and he stares dreamily at the ceiling.]
no subject
...I would be glad to...
[his eyelids flutter open, and he stares dreamily at the ceiling.]
What would you like to eat?