He deftly filled a cup with pristine distillate and gave it to her, one-handed. "It’s so remarkable," he mused. "You can’t show a garment to advantage, of course, because you’re only a little beginner. But you truly have that look! Seeing you there, it was like archival video. Some Yankee girl from the twenties, in her too-tight shoes, so touchingly proud of her wonderful gown. What déjà vu, what mono no aware! It was uncanny."