Watching Alex cook was a wonder - or, an exercise in wondering just how badly you were going to need the fire extinguisher. For quite some time now Richard had banned her from the kitchen for anything other than coffee and sandwiches (things you didn't have to bake and an idiot would screw up). Now, however, she'd wanted to learn. He guessed it was because of all the things going on of late. So he'd obliged.

"If you like shell in your omelets." Reaching over he handed her a spoon. "You'll have to scrape them out."