• 8 ice cubes
• ½ lemon
• 60 millilitres/2 fluid ounces (4 tablespoons) Limoncello
• 90 millilitres/3 fluid ounces (6 tablespoons) London Dry Gin
• a few dashes Angostura Bitters
• chilled seltzer water, to top
• hot chili peppers, to serve

• 2 (300-grams/10.5-ounce) good quality T-Bone steaks
• ½ teaspoon dried rosemary
• ½ teaspoon dried thyme
• ½ teaspoon dried oregano
• ½ teaspoon dried marjoram
• ¼ teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper
• 2 tablespoons olive oil
• ¼ to ½ teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

• 1 ½ heaped tablespoons crème fraîche or sour cream
• 1 teaspoon Rose Sugar
• ¼ teaspoon Rosie Gin Liqueur
• 90 grams/3 ounces Pâte Brisée (Water Shortcrust Pastry)
• 1/3 cup fresh or frozen raspberries
• 1 egg yolk

Laura: [sheepishly] “Hey.” Carmilla: [aloof] “Hey.” Laura: “I’ve been thinking a bout what you said.” Carmilla: [shaking her head] “This isn’t somthing we have to talk about.” Laura: “I think maybe it is. ‘Cause, do I think what you did was brave and amazing? Of course, I do. But is it my reason for liking you? [pause] Whatever you were before, you were changing before you even met me. [we’ll take that as a ‘not really, no.’] Not helping your mother, trying to save Ell, not killing us when we had you tied-up for like, a week…” Carmilla: [melting] “Nine days.” [she’s not going to forget about that one!] Laura: [chuckles adorably] And you’re here, researching, making jokes in the face of the ominous ‘something’s coming’ threats!” Carmilla: [melted, seductively] “Well, how could you not fall for me then?” Laura: [sweetly flustered] “I’m pretty sure I was falling for you right from that stupid Zeta party.” Carmilla: “You mean the one where you ambushed me, *and* accused me of kidnapping?” [Yeah, just bring it up again, Sundance!] Laura: [chuckles again, always adorably] “I was…you know…terrified that you were planning to eat me. But, I am a little disappointed that we never got our chance to star-gaze and drink Champagne.” Carmilla: [touched] “Really? Because, if memory serves me correctly, there is a pretty impressive solarium on the roof of this building.” Laura: [very tempted] “And maybe something bubbly in that enormous wine cellar downstairs.” Carmilla: [also very tempted] “Mmmmm. I’m sure the… visiting professors had impeccable taste.” [Speaking of impeccable taste, these two lean into each other and kiss sweetly, passionately, twice. Laura stands up, taking her cardigan off, and leans to whisper in Carmilla’s ear] Laura: [whispering teasingly] “Race you!” [she dashes away, chuckling adorably] [Carmilla, amused, raises an eyebrow; a caption appears on a black screen reading: “Yeah… Carmilla won that race”]

• Laura: [as Carmilla is gazing at her with literal stars in her eyes, smiling] “What?!”
• Carmilla: [teasing] “So, I’m heroic, huh?”
• Laura: [teasing back] “When you’re not threatening to vivisect graduate students!”
• Carmilla: [suggestively]  “Well, you’d think if I was some noble warrior goddess that I’d be entitled to a little more admiration from my wide-eyed maiden fair…”
• Laura: [admirative alright, the giddiest of giddies, chuckling adorably] “You are un-believable!”
• Carmilla: “I guess I should just be happy you haven’t found a brand new crusade to be on!” [Come on Carm, how many centuries-old are ya already? Do not speak of the devil– the Dean– your mom! Don’t bring up your mom when you’re hoping to get into a girl’s pants!]
• Laura: “We’ve been here for like, an hour. What kind of trouble do you think I could possibly get into?”  [Laura, not you too!]
• Carmilla: [very suggestively] “Oh, I have all kinds of thoughts about that…”
• LaFontaine: [walking in, turning up out of the blue, uninvited] “Hey guys, so the library’s a no-go, nobody’s been able to get in for days… Uhh, Perr’s gone to see if anybody at the student paper knows what’s going on, which means that I get a break from the ‘What pronouns do we use if’ interrogation. [realizing they interrupted a moment] Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt anything!”