She doesn't flinch. But her fingers stiffen around the whisk.

It doesn't take long to finish off the eggs. Elle picks up the butter and takes it over to the stove.

In this case, she does have to retrieve a knife. The butter has softened slightly, and she cuts off a small square and drops it into the frying pan.

The spatula is remembered with it. She turns a knob on the stove, very slightly, and reaches under the pan. A small flames bursts up under it, and she uses the spatula to move the rapidly moving butter.





"Do you want toast?"

Elle looks up from the pan as she says it, so X doesn't have to say her answer.