‘Do we have to eat right away?’ asked Rosie, an odd question, since she had claimed that she was starving some hours ago. ‘No, it won’t get cold. It’s already cold.’ I was conscious of sounding awkward. ‘Is there some reason to delay?’ ‘The city lights. The view’s amazing.’ ‘Unfortunately it’s static. Once you’ve examined it, there’s no reason to look again. Like paintings.’
