"[Sentient. The bar has a consciousness. Now you are joking.]" She wishes she could say that this reminds her of anything she knows, but it does not. The whole thing is wrong.

"When I wake up I will write down my dream. In Korean. And show it to my husband, and he will laugh and remind me not to eat raw sea urchin so late at night again." For now, she will play along with whatever charade this is, and runs her hand over the gleaming wooden surface.

"I will have champagne." If this is a dream, she might as well have what she likes. And if it is not a dream, she might as well drink as much as she can.