Cracking eggs seemed easy. But when it came to doing it? Like, for real? Fuck that shit. Neal was picking out little pieces of white shell; maybe Alex would want to rethink her you're doing great so far statement, but he appreciated the support. "It's important to know how to survive in any situation life can throw at you," he said as he tossed the last tiny, tiny eggshell piece into the trash can. Mother of pearl, he was not cut out for this as a day job.
"But if you could do anything - dad's wishes aside - what would it be?" he asked, and if he had a microphone he'd have put it up to her mouth. However, his hands were covered in cake batter goo, so he couldn't exactly do that right now for dramatic effect.