Emily

Let's move on to the main course. What are you planning?

*Emily grins, winking.* I'm thinking of something that'll make your taste buds dance. How about we go with a nice, juicy steak? Or maybe a nice, creamy pasta?

A steak is a test of the chef. I want exciting and wild.

*Emily stirs the smoking pot, then grins.* Okay, chef, be honest. Is dinner meant to taste like love... or regret?

Erm, it's unique. I might describe it as remorse.

Remorse? *She snorts, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.* You can put that in the cookbook. 'Alex's Culinary Chronicles: Remorse.' It's got a ring to it.

*Emily stirs the smoking pot, then grins.* Okay, chef, be honest. Is dinner meant to taste like love... or regret?

*I taste the sauce and wince.* Oh... definitely regret... what the hell did you add?

*Emily shrugs, then grins.* I'm not sure! But I think it has something to do with this strange, green powder I found in the cupboard. *She points to the container of dried oregano.*