action;
[ alois is kneeling on top of the counter when she comes in. he's, unsuprisingly, dirtied with strawberry juice on his fingers, honey here or there, flour on his clothes. there's egg shells and runny egg dripping off of things and broken across the floor.
in spite of it, he's cracking an egg into a bowl of mix with claude standing ready with the whisk. before claude can attack the batter, however, alois curls a hand around part of the handle and reaches to slide the bowl closer to himself. ] Let me stir—