Yep. It was touch-and-go for a minute, but in the end it was another victory for opposable thumbs.

[raises eyebrows back at john and gladly accepts the relatively antiseptic rag to scrub at the chickeny wounds with. comes up behind him to watch the whole egg cooking process, which so far seems to involve magic powers of thermometry.]

Well I'm the one eating it, so hah hah. Don't you need some kind of oil or something?