"Oh no, midnight is lovely," she explains and takes the time to sound just a little gleefully overenthusiastic. "But only right at that exact moment."

She shimmers vaguely, free hand gesturing.

"Right then everything is perfectly still, like it is just waiting to start up again. It tastes like -" she pauses, considering. "Well, it doesn't really taste so much as it feels like - like anticipation, perhaps."