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Combustible Pudding
"I'm not eating that." She usually appreciates Castle's flights of fancy, but this is ridiculous.
He looks hurt. "What, you're not even going to give it a chance? Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Where's your sense of smell?"
He takes a whiff and looks chagrined. "Maybe the tequila flambé was overkill."
"The flambé was fine. The pop rocks were overkill."
"They were fun, though, weren't they?" His little-kid grin is infectious.
"They were fun," she smiles back. "Thanks for fixing me dinner."
"Always." He touches her hand fleetingly and she sighs and grabs a spoon. How bad can it be?