It takes another minute or so to get it all moved, but eventually the glass is all piled up over there like a plate of inedible noodles. Blue-tinted, giant noodles.

He walks over and touches it with a glass-covered hand (his glass, which is colorless), and then a bare one. She can feel his hand.

“All cooled off. You've got a couple kilograms of glass there, I think. You can do a lot with that if you don't actually need solid thickness in particular.”