First, we chose an paragraph at random from Pessl's novel, presumably written on eight to nine cappuccinos:

Dad picked up women the way certain wool pants can't help but pick up lint. For years I had a nickname for them, though I feel a little guilty using it now: June Bugs (see "Figeater Beetle," Ordinary Insects, Vol. 24)

At the Decaf-o-Matic's Four or Five Cappuccinos setting, Pessl's work is noticeably different:

Dad picked up women the way wool pants pick up lint. I had a nickname for them, though I feel guilty using it now: June Bugs.

At One or Two Cappuccinos:

Dad sure could pick up the women. I called them a smart-ass name.

And at Full Decaf:

Dad was a jerk. So was I.