Really, all things considered given this his first real cooking adventure alone in seventy years, he thought he had it all pretty under control. He dumped the battery of the fire alarm on the counter and returned to the soup to stir it now that it was getting nice and heated. He even had the good sense to open a window so that the smoke could clear, but his attention was drawn over to Steve who looked positively comical in such large clothes. "No, it was smoking before I tried a utensil," he said as if that made this the toaster's fault and not his own.

It was still sputtering and sparking in the sink all the same.

He cut more slices of bread and simply buttered them, since he managed to successfully murder the toaster on his first try. He was certain that the device had it coming for not operating in a timely and functional fashion. Too bad about the burning bread though. "Besides, if I really felt the need to knife your toaster, it wouldn't be in pieces. Soup is ready," he said before turning off the heat after another quick stir and dishing it out into bowls. "No toast though. You don't mind bread and butter?"