You order the Creme Brulée. "That sounds good. I'll have that too," says Mireille.
A waiter brings out two large dessert cups. Something smells a little funny. As he brings out the mini flame-thrower to carmelize the top of the dessert, you see Mireille motion you away and duck for cover. Before you can react, the waiter turns on the fire, and the dessert goes off. Someone must have laced it with something explosive. You and the waiter are now carmelized.