Regina does not look up from her model. 'You can use the other table,' she says. 'But if you copy my staircase I will know.' Then she slides the bottle of mezcal across the drafting table, two glasses beside it.
Of course you're here. Of course. Fine, we both work all night, and may the best architect win. Mezcal helps me think, you know. Pour yourself one, rival.
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