B-because I didn't think you'd leave the foil on! [She scowls, accusatory.] You can't put metal in a microwave! It d-does this — it makes the metal go...
[Her hands flounder in the gesture. How do microwaves work? She is suddenly aware she has no idea.]
Whatever! Here. [She snags two dish towels and atones for her sins by attempting to clear the foam off of him. One rag for Claude, one for Toko.] L-let's just make them a sandwich and get the hell out of here.
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B-because I didn't think you'd leave the foil on! [She scowls, accusatory.] You can't put metal in a microwave! It d-does this — it makes the metal go...
[Her hands flounder in the gesture. How do microwaves work? She is suddenly aware she has no idea.]
Whatever! Here. [She snags two dish towels and atones for her sins by attempting to clear the foam off of him. One rag for Claude, one for Toko.] L-let's just make them a sandwich and get the hell out of here.