[ Matt is decidedly Not Expecting to be bitten on the face, right at the smilingest apple of his cheek. He squeaks in shock, startling back (fortunately, he doesn't smack into anything). ]
Oh my God, [ he protests around a stunned grin. ] Divine retribution, sheesh! [ His attention flashes back to the egg, knowing it to ride an extremely thin line between "perfect, runny" and "overdone mess." A matter of seconds. Matt may not cook complex meals for himself, but some of the simple chemical processes of cooking appeal to him: the phase changes of water to steam, butter to liquid. ] This one's for you, hurry up and grab it before it cooks too much.
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Oh my God, [ he protests around a stunned grin. ] Divine retribution, sheesh! [ His attention flashes back to the egg, knowing it to ride an extremely thin line between "perfect, runny" and "overdone mess." A matter of seconds. Matt may not cook complex meals for himself, but some of the simple chemical processes of cooking appeal to him: the phase changes of water to steam, butter to liquid. ] This one's for you, hurry up and grab it before it cooks too much.