"Whoa whoa, what?" Joe asked, a condescending expression on his face. "You wanna boil the eggs tonight? You're a madwoman. We'll stick the eggs in the freezer, take 'em out in the morning, and I'll make an insulated bag we can keep 'em in. I might also be able to make some jerky in the oven, but I'm gonna need soy sauce, paprika, and aluminium foil. In fact, I'll need that to make the bag too."

He also looked into the fridge.

"Oh… my god… You were gonna turn lamb shanks into meatloaf? You people are animals! Which is why, as of now, I'll be calling you Cat. Also because I think it will be funny. Anyway, I'm gonna sort all this out, and you… You take some time to calm down. Actually help me find the stuff I asked for, and [i]then[/i] take a break. Because your brother's in his room, and mines in yours, you can borrow my room. I'll call you after this… oh, probably two to three hour timeskip is over, so in the meantime, just keep out of the kitchen. Please. I'm legitimately terrified of what you may create. Bad at cooking is your newest character trait as of today. I'm calling it now. Now let's get started!"