“Are we playing dress-up?" she said. "And me without my Uhura costume.”

“You want me to be your spy in a game of restaurant espionage? Will I need a code name?""It's nothing morally reprehensible or anything, " Wes hastened to assure her. "Just curiosity.""I think your code name should be Tiberius," she said decisively. "I'll be Uhura.""Tiberius? As in James Tiberius Kirk?" Wes blinked, then grinned. "Oh my God, this is your version of flirting. How do you say 'I fancy you' in Klingon?”

“Giving a nod to his old pal, Fate, he felt a slow smile crease his cheeks,"So," he said. "We really are alone.""Yeah," she said, then her eyes widened comically."Hey, no-stay over there. What are you doing? Personal space!”

“Max rocked back on his heels, shoving his hands into his pockets, and said, 'So. Juliet Cavanaugh. I assume my parents have been talking your ear off for the last however many months, telling you how awesome I am, and filling your head full of stories of my impressive talents in the kitchen.''Um. Not so much,' Jules said, shooting a glance at Danny, who shook his head and went back to his prep work.'No? I should take this opportunity to set the record straight, then.' Max heaved a deep sigh. 'It's all true.''What?''Everything they should've told you about me,' Max explained. 'And I don't know why they didn't, because it's all true. No exaggeration or family bias plays into it at all--I am the best chef in the entire world.”

“Somewhere along the way." Adam said, "I stopped cooking for anyone other than you. When you were gone, it was like all the flavor had drained out of the world. Without you, nothing tastes as sweet.”

“I need to pull away from this - She gestured between them languidly - "because When I'm with you, I lose my balance. I don't feel calm and happy.She leaned forward, and Kane swallowed down his immediate urge to leap across the table and crush her thin lips under his."When I am with you," Claire said, her accent rolling through the words like thunder, "I am a starving lion, raging at my captivity.”

“Are you talking about me?" Danny looked up from the pastry board, suspicion written clearly across his face."Just bemoaning your tragic heterosexuality," Win sighed, swinging his knives down on the prep station."Oh," Danny said, blinking. "Well. Sorry about that, but there's not much I can do about it."Win waved that away. "No big. I'm not that into workplace romance, myself.”