"Ha. I don't think a can of tuna will tide me over until you come to your senses, buddy. Try a couple pizzas, some ice cream, a nice reuben, and maybe even an entire box of cookies, because my kind of glamourousness takes some time to get used to. It has even driven a few men to the brink of insanity," she rambled on, completely oblivious to her affect on him. She shifted the towel absently, letting out a new rush of water.
At her name, she bent in close, looking around his shoulder at the eggs. "What? Is something wrong? Did you burn them too?" she asked. The eggs looked fine to her. Very tasty, and a much improved method to her own.