Every day of the week, Cilan tried to help Burgundy study for her exam.

She was a terrible hard-head, but after a while, she began to suck up her pride and allow herself to be taught. This was quite an accomplishment on Cilan's part, as for the longest time, Burgundy hated his guts and was desperate to watch him crash and burn. Now, as irony would have it, it seemed that Burgundy crashed, and now burns for Cilan.

This was a new problem; he tried to tutor her, but she seemed to be distracted by HIM. Not by what he was saying; that was irrelevant, but Cilan himself.

He liked Burgundy, too. He appreciated the passion she just seemed to radiate.

"You are like a fine French wine served on the side of a perfectly-baked baguette on a Sunday evening." He compared.

Burgundy blushed openly this time.

"Merci..." she said. "And you, Cilan are a spice set inside the brilliant sauce of a wonderful bowl of Spaghetti!"

Cilan laughed. "Your food-related metaphors still need some work, but you're definitely getting there."

Burgundy snapped her fingers in frustration.

"Oh, don't worry; they won't be grading you on food analogies... It's just something I like to do for fun."

She calmed down slightly.

Cilan went over to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Merlot and two long glasses.

"Wine?"

"While I'm STUDYING?!" Burgundy cried out. "No, thank you."

"Right. You're still trying to kick the habit. I forgot."

Cilan put the wine back in the cupboard.

"I... WILL have water, though, if you don't mind." Burgundy stated.

"Sure." Cilan said, going towards the sink.

Cilan filled a glass with water and placed it on the table.

Burgundy took a quick sip.

Cilan looked at her oddly.

"You want the wine, don't you?"

"You have no idea." Burgundy stated, exasperatedly.

Cilan shrugged. "I wouldn't mind a glass of Merlot, myself."

"Oh, it's Merlot?" Burgundy asked.

Cilan nodded.

Burgundy turned her glass upside down and spilled the water out of it. She then thrusted it forward.

"The wine, Cilan. The wine."

Cilan had a sweatdrop on the back of his head. He poured her some wine and then poured himself some.

"Just don't whip the bottle at me, OK?"

"Hey, I need to be REALLY drunk to do that." Burgundy stated, practically taking the wine in like a shot.

Cilan didn't know how to respond.