I’ve also started to dine with John in his new apartment because of his new ambitions to cook; we’ve already eaten hamburgers with eggs and mushrooms, twice. As always, we have endless conversations. I’ve also realized that dining tables are quite useful, since in my apartment there isn’t anywhere to eat other than the little coffee table in the living room. John lives with a couple of artists, and there are some pretty things around the house, like this flower in the kitchen. We’ve already gotten used to eating late, and very slowly.