Wingyi roasts a glass tube over a flame, her fingers turning it slowly; the firelight plays on her face. She doesn't look up, just says, 'Hang on a sec.' Hey handsome, here to pick up the lamp? Just one last bend to go, hang on a sec. Gotta heat the glass slowly, can't rush it. Sit over there, don't touch the tubes on the table, they're hot. ...Watch me bend it, if it's not too boring.