Ah, but you are punishing yourself needlessly, Sonya, I think. Ilya said expansively, leaning a bit closer himself, and seeming to weave in her vision woozily, though whether she was woozing, or he was woozing, or both of them were sharing a friendly little wooze together, it was hard to tell.

I can't feeze it out among these strange entanglements of circumstance and personalities.

If we could produce a 'Xaser', could we also produce an image of a crystal structure?

One of many old boozers in the area to have been gussied up and hipsterfied, this backstreet pub has managed to keep a generally mellow vibe.