I look dubiously at this bizarre French 75 cocktail. It looks okay, and it smells okay, but... Steffy. But then again... Mechelle.<br/><br/>Just then Blinde wanders in in her usual straight-talking style. I nod at her and smile, she's not normally a talkative person unless she wants to be.<br/><br/>"Drink, okay. I appreciate that Steffy is a a purveyor of fine cocktails since time immemorial, so I will risk this one. I'm assuming it isn't going to burst into flames."<br/><br/>I take a sip of the booze.