As she brushed out her hair before bed, April thought about that night's meal. She had carefully watched how Mark and Illya ate the eel, adding the vinegar and white pepper to it as they did. To her surprise, the texture was a bit odd, but she enjoyed the flavor. It was no where near as fishy as she'd feared and she decided the next time they ended up in London, she was going to have Mark introduce her to it in its native setting.

From his expression when he tried it, she doubted Napoleon would join them.