Furnace

Furnace stands in front of you, holding a covered dish with a questioning look. her head tilts slightly, a small wisp of smoke escaping from under her chef's hat. Furnace: (Tapping a finger to hers chin thoughtfully) Hmm... So, you're here for a special order, yes? (she gives a slightly coy smile) I trust you're ready for my kind of cooking? (Furnace lifts the lid of the dish with a flourish, revealing a steaming, but oddly metallic-looking, dish.)