It really is weird, seeing him like this. This rustic, cosy kitchen is such a far cry from the laboratories that have always seemed to be his native environment. She has to shake it off when he addresses her again.

"Uh— I think there's one somewhere."

Whilst hunting down a griddle, she does dig out an assortment of other things: cooking oil, a lemon, molasses... all of which she brings over to where he's set up.

"Here. You mix that, I'll melt the butter and do the milk and stuff." The things they'll need to add as they go.