I suddenly remembered that second dinner - or was it the first? - when you asked me if we should make lightning. How you poured a little milk into a glass, put a light bulb in it, then turned the microwave on.

When I watched the same experiment in Physics class all those years back, I swear I'd seen the bulb turn purple. This time, it shot fine threads of light around the metal interior, as if you were some kind of Zeus-figure. What shame, what a shame I turned out to be your Leda.