"Illya's pallet is rather all-encompassing. I've seen him eat everything from blubber to caviar."
"There must be some food he'd turn his nose up to."
Mark held up a hand.
"If the three of us are about to start a friendly wager, we need some firm rules. Remember the cafeteria incident?"
"Very true, darling. We certainly don't want a repeat of that."
Napoleon offered coffee as the other two agents took a seat.
"Since you've brought it up, I take it you have something in mind, Mark?"
"As a matter of fact, I do."
