Remy:
[cooking a mushroom over the chimney]
The key is to keep turning it. Get the smoky flavor niiice and even...
[thunder rumbles in the distance]
Emile:
That storm's getting closer. Hey, Remy? You think that maybe we shouldn't be so...
[lightning strikes both; they fall off the roof]
Remy:
[laying on his back, Remy tastes the electrocuted mushroom]
Whoa, you gotta taste this! This is... oh, it's got this kind of... mmm, it's burny, melty... it's not really a smoky taste. It's more like a certain... Pshew! It's got like this "Ba-boom! Zap!" kind of taste. Don't you think? What would you call that flavor?
Emile:
[hesitantly]
Lightning-y?
Remy:
Yeah! It's lightning-y! Oh, we gotta do that again! Okay, when the next storm comes, we'll go up on the roof... I know what this needs! Saffron. A little saffron would make this!
Emile:
Saffron. Why do I get the feeling...
Remy, Emile:
[together]
It's in the kitchen.
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