"I'm really not." The reply is sharper than Eliot would like, and he turns his head to look at Jean over his shoulder again, smiling wryly. "Besides, you still have the cigarettes. It's a smarter move on my part if I play nice - maybe you'll let me have one after dinner, like a good little boy."

He turns back again, opening the oven, and finally pulls out the salmon - it's cooked for some time in the tomato sauce, and smells delicious. Eliot drains the noodles, serves them out on plates, then covers them in the sauce. A nice piece of fish is set atop each plate, and then one of the bruschetta covered pieces of bread is set at the side, artfully arranged.

That done, the magician brings his offering to the table, setting one plate in front of Jean at his neat, very proper place setting, and one out for himself. Finally, he grabs the wine bottle, and refills their glasses. After all, they might as well finish it off, mightn't they?