Sarah lays three pages of tightly packed prose on the table. Six sides, A4, squeezed by hand at a density of approximately one word per fibre. It has taken her all morning.

“It’s taken me all morning.” explains Sarah.

Helen looks up from her origami penguin. She still hasn’t folded the wings, so it looks a more like an origami plantain. She could, at this stage, equally as well add it to her origami curry as to her origami climate change diorama.

“That’s some very dense prose,” she says. “Thank you, Sarah.”

Sarah leaves. It is dense prose..