"Let's put it this way." Priestly poured the blue fire into the pan with the crepes, then picked up the peeled orange, peel still dangling down. "Tia's started teasing me about having to redraw on my eyebrows."

He hadn't actually burned them off at all, but there had been a lot of fire in the kitchen the last few weeks.

He poured the rest of the flaming grand marnier slowly over the orange, letting it trail its way along the whole peel into the pan. When he looked up at Dinah again, he was beaming. "'Cause seriously, how cool is this?!"