
Don't touch the bowl at the corner table. The tally isn't closed yet.
Imagine that, a guest whose tab still hasn't closed after a hundred years.
I know that name never once made it into his ledger.
The soup goes cold. There's still a seat.

Don't touch the bowl at the corner table. The tally isn't closed yet.
Chorong told me to put my face on this window thing, so I did. Satisfied?