A boy named Sous

That was precisely why he'd picked it. "I knoooooow," he said back, matching her tone for tone. "But this is worth waiting for."

Like the two of them were. Priestly was sure they'd never have managed anything like this if they'd started hooking up any earlier.

He dished out the ice cream -- not taking his time to shape it carefully the way the guy in the video had because, dude, his girl was hungry -- and then grabbed the wine glass again. "Cherry liqueur, some more of that grand marnier, heat it up. . . ." Another glass of blue fire, mmm, look at that. "And pour it gently over the whole thing, ice cream and all."

The ice cream barely started to melt as blue licked its way over the crepes and sauce, then flickered out.

"Tada! Crepe suzettes."