You've cooked them perfectly, in fact. [ He's a little surprised she's so worried about it, but she did occasionally become a perfectionist about the strangest things. Not that he's one to talk. ] Trust me, it looks - and smells - delicious. Do you have a platter ready to put these on?

[ Giving her another task to distract her will help - he hopes? - so he focuses on checking on the rest of breakfast, all of which looks about done. And none of it is at all burned, so hopefully she'll be happy with the outcome when they actually sit down to eat. ]

Where are we eating? And should we start taking wagers now over how long that tent will remain upright?

[ If the task doesn't distract Hilda from fretting, surely giving Claude a hard time will do the trick. ]