‘What bands do you like?’ she asked him, after a longer dumpling-filled silence than she could bear. Libor pondered the question. The girl laughed, as at her own absurdity. She twirled a lifeless lock of hair around a finger that had an Elastoplast on it. ‘What bands did you used to like,’ she corrected herself, then blushed as though she knew the second question was more absurd than the first. Libor turned his ear to her and nodded. ‘I’m not in principle keen on banning anything,’ he said. She stared at him.
