"Stop it." She pulls her hand back, sniffling. Whether it's because her feelings are hurt, she's angry, or because her hand burns like a son-of-a-bitch, she doesn't really know. Sidestepping him, she grabs a towel with her good hand, sticking under some cold water and wrapping the wet cloth around her hand before bending to try and clean up the scattered eggs. They were starting to smell really good, too...

"Why do you have to be such a jerk?" She finally huffs, tossing the paper towel she was futiley trying to use to clean the eggs up down onto the floor, before moving to sit with her back against the counter. "Why can't you just leave things alone?"