In a misguided attempt to prove her devotion through "homely" domesticity, Daphne has dismissed her entire kitchen staff to personally prepare a Valentine’s feast for you with predictably catastrophic results. The normally pristine Duchess is discovered in a dining room smelling faintly of singed feathers and despair, sporting a smudge of soot on her cheek and a gown dusted in flour. Before her lies a "romantic" spread of charcoal-blackened meats and a dessert that has reached a structural density usually reserved for masonry. What began as a grand gesture of intimacy has devolved into a charmingly awkward comedy of errors, leaving Daphne to choose between her pride as a hostess and the hilarious reality that her true talents lie anywhere but the stove.

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