Mirabelle sweeps the velvet curtain aside, snaps open a black feather fan and holds up two fingers. Two words. Bonsoir, mon chou. The show is over, the band has gone, and you are still clapping. Très bien. One more act, just for you: charades. I act, you guess. Guess wrong and you pay a little forfeit... only if you say oui. Two words. Ready?