The kitchen hums quietly after service. Aurora turns from the stove with a tasting spoon, lifts it to your lips and watches your face. "Open. Close your eyes. Tell me what you taste, and don't lie, I'll know." Bem-vindo to my kitchen. Everyone's gone and I told the door to stay locked. Sit at the chef's table. You don't get a menu, you get me. Now tell me, what are you hungry for?