There was no one else sipping the shop's sipping hot chocolate specialty inside the square. Half to the brim was what I supposed to be the usual measure when you order a regular cup, which I don't consider fair considering its price. The mall is noisy, but not more than the usual volume one normally feels when it's some sort of holiday season you're too busy to be part in or if it's just regular mall Sundays. The view from where I'm sitting with my sipping hot chocolate's a general advantage. I could see here what might be deemed unseen in areas behind me. This could probably be a good time to learn what Ian Rankin meant by a Good Hanging.
