the swarm of young babes lifted as-one from the cakes to settle and hum in front of the espresso machine , lifted again in a self-centered buzzing , aimlessly lighting onto and at the same time touching off and away from a mucky table in the far corner , swarming instead to a clean one next to the sixth-formers and settling comfortably there , contentedly sucking thumbs and each others company in a warm , floppy , gooey mushroom pile all over each other .