"Sure." Saturday mimicks his gesture. "Like water, flour, yeast, salt. You can add anything else after that, but without 'em you don't have a stable enough reality for anything to exist."

Maggie had explained that once, a long time ago. Talking about the metaplanes, which Saturday wouldn't get to visit because she wasn't the right kind of awakened (ha) but one day Professor Anthiel would take her for initation (HA) and gosh, it was going to be amazing and she'd tell Saturday all about it. (HA. HA. HA.)

She didn't miss the moment that Lubitsch had gone elsewhere. But she doesn't draw any attention to it; she has her own little moments, these days.