Well, thank you very much for the flowers.

"Any two-year-old Chinese toddler would have been incredibly jealous of your elegant chopstick handling!" Blake purred in an exaggeratedly admiring tone, then added with mock concern: "But if I were you, I would put the things down differently. Upright chopsticks in food are a bad omen..."

Then he couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

I narrowed my eyes into slits.

"I hope you also know what they say about flying chopsticks," I growled quietly, angrily pulling the chopsticks out of the rice and giving him a flaming look.

But that wasn't the only thing I threw at him...

Unfortunately,...