"Tetris!" Victoria laughs. "My goodness, Dorian, I'm surprised you came up for air from that one. After a while of that, one starts to imagine little blocks filling in gaps between words on a page, or in a skyline. Perhaps it's just as well such things are only limited to one place in this land."

She reaches into her bag and takes out her own (tiny, glass, cased in leather) phone, which of course does nothing at the moment. "You see, I've got one of my own. But I deleted Tetris off of it quite some time ago."