Prunella: What do you mean by potent Sonja?
Sonja: Well you know, strong, flavoursome, changes your whole sensory experience
P: Sjoe, I had no idea
S: Oh Prunie, you’re so understated. Its ‘umami’, the experience of the gastronomical equivalent of high pleasure
P: Sonja, it’s a sauce. I threw in a few things together. Those words are just too blerry fancy to describe my sauce, although I do admit that a bit of chilli brought the heat to make it into a rather saucy sauce (nudge, nudge, wink wink)

Frikkie, who is busy tasting the sauce…laughs, coughs, then chokes a bit in the background

S: Honestly Prunie, it’s all about sex again. Frikkie, are you ok? Do you need a hand?
F: Yes Frikkie, do you need a hand?

Frikkie takes himself out of the kitchen carrying a glass of water

P: Just shout bok, I know you like my sauce, but don’t die choking on it please or I’ll never cook again. You know Sonja, the man can never say yes to help.
S: Honestly Prunie, how did the two of you ever find each other?
P: Find each other? Now there’s an interesting choice of words to throw in the mix. It takes me back to your word potent funnily enough. The ‘potency’ of chemistry dear Sonja. One part pheromones, one part those green green eyes, one part electric shock, two parts it felt right, one part I really don’t know. Mostly a big dollop of ‘we-didn’t-think-too-much-about-what-it-meant’. And that last bit dear Sonja, was the secret sauce.
S: You didn’t think about it too much?
P: Yip
S: That’s the secret sauce!!

P: Yip. Too much thinking and you miss the point. Don’t see the person clearly, Make a whole big story out of how they move their hands when they look in your direction, when they’re just moving their hands. I think on the practical side though, his being a good kisser may have played a role. I even forgot how to cook what I was cooking, after that first kiss.
S: That’s about enough thanks Prunie. I see my threshold for too-much-information is fast approaching on the horizon. You’ve got that dreamy look.
P: Ag, Sonja…(belly laugh). Would you like more sauce, I’ll even add an extra pinch of fresh mint to brighten your day.

S: I’ve already had two helpings Prunie. It’s delicious truly. And anyway, you said something about dessert?
P: Ah Frikkie… impeccable timing. I’ll bet the word dessert brought you back to the pleasure of our company. Selective hearing radar still working well I see. Anyhow, thanks for bringing the ice-cream.
S: Ice cream, in winter?
P: Now Sonja, live a little. Remember what we discussed about thinking too much. Ice cream is just the sauce today, and it’ll melt and heat up quickly over my chocolate chilli hot pudding, which is the main deal. Admittedly, it’s also an experiment. Frikkie, won’t you please take out the teaspoons while I talk to the dessert in the coal stove.
S: I bet she means it, talking to the dessert.
Frikkie: You’ve no idea
S: So Frikkie, what’s your version of how you and Prunella found each other?
F: Found each other? My version? (long pause…) Short and sweet.
S: That’s two questions Frikkie, and then a three word answer that is not an answer
F: Your question was what my version is. I answered
S: You’re impossible Frikkie
F: Yip, so I hear
S: No honestly. You’re both impossible
F: I see you’re gaining insight into your own question Sonja
S: Aargh!!!
P: Well here it is…the sweetness of the near end of an evening. Feasting, friendship, fire and fine conversation. What more could one ask for hey? (nudge nudge, wink, wink)