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Bar is reasonably crowded right now!
In the middle of the room, someone's set an electronic music player on a table and the chairs have been shoved aside to make room for dancing.
Most of the counter space is taken up by some sad people who seem to know each other and are having some kind of discussion.
And, nearish to the door, there's some people sitting around a table with mugs of beer (or in one case a shallow bowl) and chatting. There's a few open chairs.
"A microwave is a kind of oven, but instead of heating things with fire or such, it uses a special kind of invisible light."
"I'm not really sure how cooking things with invisible light is supposed to work."
"So, microwave ovens work by sending microwaves at food. Microwaves are so low-energy that the wave/particle superposition collapses into a particle that's moving very fast - at the speed of light - which heats the food with very precisely-applied friction. It's the same reason sunburn happens."
"But microwaves are longer than red, and sunburns are from light that's shorter than blue."
"A superposition is when there are two ways something could be, and no one is looking at it, so the author of the universe hasn't decided which it'll be yet. And - " (he turns to the butterfly) " - light wavelengths are actually a circle. Far infrared and far ultraviolet are the same color."
Four-or-so lights of shifting hue appear around the lyrakien, occasionally dipping out of the visible spectrum. "Really? Let me know when I hit radio then. Never have I ever lied to someone in this room."
He can't drink because he's laughing too hard. He keeps making little abortive gestures like he's going to, though.
"Lying is rude, young lady. Treat this conversation with drunk strangers with the respect it deserves! And take a straw, if you're having trouble having a drink."
Cumin is also laughing a bit by the end of this sentence, but still manages to hand over some kind of rigid flour confection forming a hollow tube.
He doesn’t want the confection.
He gets it together. He drains his glass. "Do I win?"
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