The dining room is exquisite. Hand carved, tall backed chairs, long, elegant table just at the right height for nearly everyone. The silverware is actually silver, and I'm nearly positive the china is actually bone china. The kitchen door slides open and my host slowly turns as he hefts a fine brass soup bowl, steaming fresh from the stove. "It's a delicate Tomato bisque, with some fresh herbs. Do be careful, it is quite hot." He smiles largely as he serves it into my shining china in front of me. "There's a fresh loaf resting on the counter in there, if you'll be a dear and wait just another moment, I'll grab it." He spins and silently marches back into the kitchen. I haven't the patience to wait, since this soup smells divine. I sip lightly on a half spoonful. "This is absolutely incredible! You've outdone yourself, Dr.Lecter."

I would have a double date, but I’d be the woman in both. And I wouldn’t care if I had the date with both men at the same time. I would be wearing green -- not sure if it would be a dress or something less formal -- and I would want to make myself beautiful even if I decided to just go for a PizzaHut (“Because fictional characters must get to know what we have best”, I would answer to anyone who asked me why this) and I would happily go in my way to meet with the God of Mischief and the Slytherin Prince.

I would most definitely choose Aenea, the messianic figure from The Fall of Endymion and the sequel to it, the Rise of Endymion. We would meet for drinks (the adult version of Aenea, as she is supposed to be a beautiful woman and I'm no pedophile) at a small, hole-in-the-wall restaurant that I just discovered in Sayreville, NJ, called Nunzio's Kitchen. We'd have a glass of red wine and talk about her journey down the River Tethys, and maybe about the physics of love. I'd have to go to the bathroom, and when I come back, I'll take a sip of my wine. She'll tell me to drink up, and I down the whole glass. Then she tells me that she's put her blood into my wine, and I admit that I already knew. She'd smile at me and take my hand, and we'd teleport to another place, another time, and make love like no others have.