THIRTY-THREE
"Your dessert." Jackie laid a platter on the table between them. In the dim candlelight, Jason thought it looked like a pair of boobs, complete with n*****s on top. He frowned. He liked t**s as much as any man, and he had plans that involved Flavia's later on tonight, but he hadn't ordered the pair perched on the plate now.
Jackie flicked a lighter and ignited something in her hand. Jason had taken it for a particularly large candle holder, but the leaping blue flame erupting from it put paid to that idea. Before he could ask what it was, she tipped the glass over the t**s, haloing them in blue fire.
Flavia yelped and jumped back from the table, terrified of the flaming t**s. "Why did you do that?"
"Bombe Alaska. You have to fire it to sear the meringue on the outside,"
