The calf's brain guy is back to being cold to me. We're in a restaurant with a perfect view of Jersey.
"I'll have a Fernet-Branca. She'll probably have a milkshake."
The waiter looks at me. His face looks like it could go either way.
"Milkshake," I say.
The dessert comes with a gold-leaf dove perched on its crust. I put the whole bird in my mouth for him.