Fortescue turns her head away from the water -- which now has bubbles gathering in it -- to glance at Luke. She's picked cacio e pepe from a cookbook she found in the library because it had sounded foolproof. Or extremely easy, at least. She could still burn things. She's good at that.

But water? Tsk, tsk.

"Really? Perhaps I will," she says playfully. She picks up the hefty block of parmesan on the chopping board and waves it at Luke, waggling a brow at him. "For that, you can grate this for me."