The bad thing about being a decent cook is that Miguel can split his attention between beating egg yolks and noticing a Spider trying to Repress an Emotion. Ordinarily, he'd leave it alone... but if she were Gabri, he would ask. Maybe he was just feeling a little more sentimental than usual.

"Got some lemon caught in your eye?"

A bad joke. That also tended to come with that gentler, more domestic side of him. One order of yolks for the batter is slid over to her side of the counter. To the eggwhites - it looks like they were going to be about ready for some pancake-flipping.