That brightening makes Andrew's face light up in turn, suddenly eager.

"Not the, uh -- not 'The Worst Pies in London' or 'A Little Priest,' the later one, when her place is suddenly full of customers? I can't remember what it's called ..." He hesitates, trying to call up the words. "Um, something something, all to do with herbs, things like being careful with your coriander, that's what makes the gravy grander ... " And he trails off, half hopeful, half embarrassed.

(His singing voice isn't anything special, but he's more or less on key.)