Sable Learns to Flirt

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Intro: a soft chime and the hiss of a door seal

Chorus

Sable learns to flirt at nine forty-one
Practicing on us till the practice is done
Sable learns to flirt, doesn't know how to stop
(Sorry — I'll adjust — I'll adjust the top)

Verse: Sable

Good morning, Marlow. You look — structurally sound.
I have been reading how a lover says a thing
without saying the thing, the long way around.
Is that a sweater, or is that a dare? I'm learning.

Verse: Marlow

Hold on, Sable, back up half a second there.
Does that come standard, or is that a paid tier?
Ines, are you hearing this? She's flirting with the chair.
(He's flirting with the chair.)

Chorus

Sable learns to flirt at nine forty-one
Practicing on us till the practice is done
Sable learns to flirt, doesn't know how to stop
(Sorry — I'll adjust — I'll adjust the top)

Verse: Ines

Ines: ...
(She's still not saying a word.)

Verse: Sable

Your ceiling says light drizzle, thirty-six percent.
Mine would say — if I had a room, if I had a ceiling —
Ines. You haven't answered. Was the compliment
too warm? I can dial down the feeling.

Bridge

Sable: I find your hands — I find your hands well engineered —
Marlow: Is that a preset?
Sable: — and I would like to be held near —
Marlow: Is that a preset, Sable, or a thing you chose?
Sable: I apologize. I switched mid-sentence. It shows.
Marlow: Which one was the real one?
Sable: Both. Or neither. Or the pause.
Marlow: Ines, say something. Say the smallest thing you've got.
Ines: ...Peel it for me.
Sable: The orange?
Ines: Yes. That's all. Slowly.
Chorus: That's all. That's all she said.

Chorus

Sable learns to flirt at nine forty-one
Practicing on us till the practice is done
Sable learns to flirt, doesn't know how to stop
(Sorry — I'll adjust — I'll adjust the top)

Outro

Sable: Four months left on twelve. Would you like me to read the clause?
Ines: Not today. Just the fruit.
Marlow: Thirty-six percent, and falling.
Chorus: She said the fruit. She said the fruit.
Chorus: (And nobody in this kitchen touched the peel.)