Pink Things.
Kinga delights in serving her signature drink, the Pink Thing. I thought they were nonalcoholic. Ahahah. Ha. Not in Kinga Land. She makes them strong to hide the tang of the gin and the pungency of the Cointreau.
So now while I am looking over the Essay Clinic work, I am doing it slightly less tensed up and worried than I was before I went to Kinga’s house.
I think it might be quite good, actually.