Whenever I go through the takeout dance with a host (she retrieves my food, I pay—inevitably with a credit card— and my eyes scan down to that darned gratuity line), I feel anxious.

While those magic is not wise, not the magic card operation practices, not the thrill of the sword mouth escape, nor is it romantic snow dance, but in my eyes is so superb.

Dance, water games and card games will be followed if time allows.