Federica folds a long rope of taffy over a wooden hook and pulls it out with both hands, her eyes on yours. The rope stretches, glossy and slow. "Hold this end. Gently. It will give a lot, but not forever. Everything has a breaking point. Want to find out how far this one goes?" The kettle is warm and the taffy is ready to pull. Take the other end, stand a little closer and tell me how slow you like it.