It's hot here. I'm having a bellini, a lady-like little drinkie, I'll admit. Mmmm. Champagne and peach nectar all whirred up with ice like a big ol' slushy. Not my usual "belly-up" fare, but I've had a hard day and I'd like something refreshing before I go over and watch Big Mick warm up for his grudge match with Fair Alison. Did I hear this correctly? They're wrassling this time in beef consomme with just a whisper of fin herbes?

Consomme-ing their relationship, are they?

WW