You are? [Huh. Jill tilts her head, assessing. Then breaks off in a crisp cackle.]
Whaddya know? So am I!
[One literal, one metaphorical.
Oop, something was smelling great! Also, a bit burnt. Jill all but slaps the oven open, fetching their half-singed glop and dumping it onto a fresh pan. It bursts. The outside is extra crispy, the innards are medium rare.]
We can handwave the rest of this I think?
Whaddya know? So am I!
[One literal, one metaphorical.
Oop, something was smelling great! Also, a bit burnt. Jill all but slaps the oven open, fetching their half-singed glop and dumping it onto a fresh pan. It bursts. The outside is extra crispy, the innards are medium rare.]
Perfect! Let's go shove it down their throats.