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[nitro_is_ace]

So, the years have not helped Ace's baking ability. The girl responsible for sentient evil cookie dough has been all but banned from Annie Wells' kitchen, unless being watched like a hawk, and only when making something simple. Like a glass of water.

But then Ace saw a cooking show. And they made Christmas Pudding.

And it's set on fire.

There's no gainsaying Annie's ban, but there's no one to stop her from baking here in Milliways.

That's why there's a pyro in the kitchen, happily rifling through all of the bottles of alcohol she brought with her.

Fear, Milliways.

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[nitro_is_ace]

"Mademoiselle has brilliant plans. Do y'think using both rum an' vodka would be overkill? I found two recipes, and one calls for vodka and the other for rum an' I can't decide."

Ace still hasn't gotten the message that innocent passers-by should not be involved in her anarchist-muppet-type plans.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"Rum," he says promptly. If she's the kind of girl who does things with hard liquor in cafés, which apparently she is. "I haven't learned to love vodka yet. But what's the recipe?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"Christmas pudding. No one ever told me there was a Christmas dish you set on fire. Terrible tragedy, that."

Mostly it's due to a lot of people realizing Ace should not be allowed to set food on fire at the dinner table. Sadly, none of those people are here.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"English, isn't it?" They like their puddings over there on the other side of the Channel. "I still say rum. Or brandy." Tragically, Lesgle comes from so close to the right country and time to do justice to a Christmas pudding--and yet not quite.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Ooooh." She digs through the bottles she collected and pulls out one filled with brandy.

She eyes it, then the size of the pan she pulled out, and shrugs.

And grabs the rum and vodka bottles as well. Why not all of the above? She's setting them on fire, after all, and more is always better.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"I suppose the flavor isn't so very important," he says, wincing a tiny bit at the new combination. "But that isn't all going to burn off..."

[nitro_is_ace]

"... Flavor?" Ace asks, blinking at the now-empty bottles, and then at him. "Why would there be flavor?"

It's fuel, after all... right? Maybe she needs a better ignition source.

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

"That much alcohol isn't going to burn off quickly. Or do you mean to send your pudding off with a funeral pyre, uneaten?"

[nitro_is_ace]

"I'm not the baker in the family, mate." Ace grins. "It's probably better to end it in fire. I'm better at that bit, anyway."