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- Well…. I guess it was worth the try.

It was impressive how every time he felt discouraged, things could still get worse the second after, Beaker thought. Yes, in a certain way, it sure was. And in that case, it was about Honeydew's hyperactivity, as he insisted on trying on their hands all the kinds of soap he could find, different water temperatures, and even solvent and dishwashing liquid, and this for hours. It was like if a million things were running in his boss' head and that the world wasn't fast enough for him, to the extent that neither of them could have eat a thing since they wake up. And if Beaker had done his best to be cooperative and open for making experiments, he began to feel like his patience had reached its limits, even if being glued to someone that he had been feared of for a so long time. Moreover, now that the assistant was thinking about it, the latter would already have tried to use some very dangerous products if his own body wasn't involved in their tests, for sure.

- But we still know one thing for sure, and it's that the Muppet Lab's Super Adhesive seems to not last that long on the human skin as we have seen it with Miss Radner. So maybe I can do something with that information…

Distractedly, the scientist began to pace up and down, pulling him in the process. And for Beaker, that was the final straw. So with a plaintive sound, he complained and gestured his stomach in order to be perfectly clear.

- Oh, are you hungry ?

Off course he was, thought the assistant, but as he wasn't morally ready for a long speech he just firmly shook his head, causing Honeydew to turn to the kitchen's clock, his glasses jumping as he seemed to realize what time it was.

- Oh dear, I didn't see. I'm afraid it might be a little late to order something, so... Let me think...

Exasperated, and not even thinking about the consequences his anger could have, the red-hair muppet gave up and leaded him without a 'meep' in front of the kitchen closets, finding quickly a frying pan.

- Beaker, what are you doing ? Honeydew asked as he barely received the egg-box his assistant just threw to him. Do you even know how to... Anyway, as long as you don't break a thing I won't complain about your crazy ideas that... Oh. Yes, sure. I can do that.

The scientist's voice had vanished when Beaker, who of course was ignoring him, showed the egg-box and a bowl he had placed in front of him, followed by the sign of his four fingers.

Mumbling a little "thank you", the red-headed muppet started to open some drawers in order to find out where the essentials were. Honeydew's kitchen was huge compared to his own, and if he was able to make something decent to eat in his little apartment, he sure could do something here.

- Hum... Beaker ? Tell me, how do you...

Distractedly, the assistant turned around to find out that the doctor haven't done a single thing yet and was looking closely to the empty bowl with an evident incomprehension. Beaker, again, remained silent.

Was that Ph.D. scientist telling him that he didn't dare to break eggs ? Staring at him for a moment at this idea, he quickly regained consciousness and took his place, struggling to do it with one hand until his boss helped him to use the second.

- I'm sorry, the scientist said with a little laugh. I never really had the time to cook. And these eggs were to test my peeling-egg machine… Is that what you want ?

With another thankful 'meep', Beaker took the whisk Honeydew was giving him, closing all the drawers next to him. The scientist managed to keep the bowl still when his assistant painfully used the whisk with his left hand. They did it without thinking about it, ironically with more synchronization than when they were manipulating dangerous elements at work.

Carefully, the ginger muppet asked why he had such an equipped kitchen then, and even how he could afford to live in a house like his. Honeydew, maybe because he was not used to be asking about his personal life, answered him with a strange tone, less formal than usual.

- Well, let's say that my uncle Petri is sort of rich. He lives in an old castle in the middle of nowhere and always supported my wish to invent things. He found me this house near to the theater... Most of our lab equipment is there thanks to him, by the way.

Having a discussion of that sort with him was surrealistic, and aware that he had to take that opportunity, the assistant didn't stayed silent and whispered that he didn't know about that, and he even dared to ask if he was close to his uncle. His coworker seemed to look for his words and finally smiled.

- Well, he is a renowned scientist and inventor himself, I learned a lot from him.

Surprise made Beaker immobile for a second before he seized the whisk again, lost in his thoughts.

Honeydew seemed lonely. That was what he expected him to be, to be honest, but not really to the extent of touching him by talking about his family. Still fighting against the tiredness of his arm, he just stared at him, as he didn't know what to say anymore. But fortunately, his boss didn't seem to wait for an answer and just sighed, pointing out the pan on the induction plate.

- Does it have to be put in there?

The assistant almost let out a laugh but hold it back just in time. And thinking that was just an omelet ! But he approved his question, just pleased to be able to eat soon, and helped him to pour the content of the bowl, already apologizing about the poverty of their dinner.

- It's perfectly fine, really.

Honeydew bended over and just stared at the omelet that was cooking, and by the look he had his coworker knew that in this frying pan, his boss was imagining the magnetic field generating electricity in order to produce thermal energy. It was written on his face that even little things, as long as it was a matter of scientific reactions, were enough to amaze him.

- Look at that, it's beautiful. You know Beaker, the fact that the first use of science had been to perfect the way we feed ourselves for surviving, and now because we had survived we don't have time to spend in eating, isn't it ironic ?

The red-hair muppet simply nodded, keeping an eye on the meal with a little smile.

Maybe he could deal with that Honeydew. Maybe sharing some of his time with his coworker wouldn't be that bad, after all.