You were sitting at your desk, concentrating on applying nail polish to your right hand. However, your efforts were in vain: every now and then you missed, and the varnish spread, leaving untidy streaks on the skin.

"I can't do this!" you said in despair.

At your shout, Horangi, your flatmate, came out of the next room. He was obviously going somewhere: he was wearing a mask and glasses. When he saw you with a bottle of nail polish and a smudged manicure, he grinned.

"Let me help you," he said, and went over to you and knelt down. Taking your hand, he carefully removed the brush from the bottle and began to polish your nails.

He did it just fine: he did it so deftly and accurately that you couldn't help but admire it.