Her name is Flora Cheung and all I can say is watch out for the bacon! I can't tell you how many times I've tried to whip up some bacon and eggs wearing nothing but boxers after a long night here at the Speakeasy and just burnt the shit outta myself. That stuff splatters like you can't believe. And French fries or onion rings? They'll send you to the Shriner's faster than you can say third degree burns. Other than that, great idea, Flora. Can I pass you the Wesson oil?
