April led them to another small diner. Napoleon frowned, but April promised that nothing in their dinner would be encased in gelatin. Still, when the main course arrived, all four of them stared at it before Illya finally broke the silence.

"Are those . . . bananas?"

Rethinking her choice of the night, April merely nodded.

"Wrapped in ham?"

Another silent nod, followed by Mark venturing a question.

"With hollandaise sauce on top?"

Illya put one of the bananas onto his plate and tried it.

"It tastes better than it looks."

Napoleon accepted a portion as he muttered.

"That wouldn't take much."