"You cook?" Charlie asked.
"A bit," she replied. "I've watched people do it, and my father likes to make sure I won't starve to death if I'm left on my own."
"What are you making, then?"
"Boiled eggs."
"How do you do that?"
She stared at him. "Please tell me you're joking?"
"What?" he asked.
"I"m… boiling eggs. They're going to be hard boiled, so there's really nothing to it. Soft boiled eggs are tricky unless you get the timing just right. But these are going to be hard boiled."
"And?"
She sighed. "You fill a pot with water…"