Eliot's quite amazed at Jean's ability to dodge any tricky questions or comments that he doesn't want to address. It makes the perverse side of him want to poke harder, but he suppresses the urge - the man's a stranger, and he's been nothing but pleasant and polite to the magician.
"Timing," he says instead, "Is everything in cooking. I'll sit down in a moment, but the water has to go on first ... I'm feeling too lazy today to do the noodles properly, so we'll have to go with boxed."
His nose wrinkles with slight distaste, but the prospect of getting the dough ready and making the fettuccine from scratch is a bit much right now. Instead he fills a pot with water and sets it on the stove, turning the burner on low. "Let's just hope this isn't like fairy food ... "
Finally, though, he swallows the last of his wine, ambles over to pour himself another glass, and pulls himself up to sit on a clean section of counter on the kitchen island, his long legs hanging.
"So, I'm working on a theory here," Eliot says, finally looking over at Jean again. "Indulge me, Mr. Inspector. What country are you from? What does the ACCA stand for?"
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"Timing," he says instead, "Is everything in cooking. I'll sit down in a moment, but the water has to go on first ... I'm feeling too lazy today to do the noodles properly, so we'll have to go with boxed."
His nose wrinkles with slight distaste, but the prospect of getting the dough ready and making the fettuccine from scratch is a bit much right now. Instead he fills a pot with water and sets it on the stove, turning the burner on low. "Let's just hope this isn't like fairy food ... "
Finally, though, he swallows the last of his wine, ambles over to pour himself another glass, and pulls himself up to sit on a clean section of counter on the kitchen island, his long legs hanging.
"So, I'm working on a theory here," Eliot says, finally looking over at Jean again. "Indulge me, Mr. Inspector. What country are you from? What does the ACCA stand for?"