Ah how I miss my days as a knife sharpener. The Fine edges, the good steel. *sigh* Considering the fact that you organized the trip, I don't see why I shouldn't have stolen that kiss. Maybe it was the Champagne talking, but I will always remember that Cask of Amontillado fondly. I still wonder where Mr. Thompson managed to find that box full of blood oranges that he offered us for lunch, though.