The porcupine looked disgruntled, but with a rolling gait, headed toward a black-barred cube on a sheet of silver. He paused uncertainly before a pyramid node obstructing his way. "Mr. Yoshimura liked his caffeine hot, I see." Porky clucked his tongue. "But hooking the pot-timer into the main net seems a little . . . well, careless! This could get me there a little faster, if I can just . . ." He straddled the cube, then slither-skidded down a slanting pole of biue-black light. The netline bowed but held, and Porky’s icon shook with a kind of relieved laughter. "Never passed one like that before! Meg’s got a wonder here in this deck, Will. I’ve never been able to skate a pass like that before!"