Johnny rolled his eyes. Eggs! Totally normal chicken eggs. They weren't galactic man-eating space eggs. He set the vegetables he'd been working on aside, rinsed his hands, then leaned over to take a look at the recipe. Cherries. Check. Sugar. Check. Blah, blah, blah.
Johnny rinsed the fresh cherries then frowned at the ingredient list. "Hey, do we own a cherry pitter?" He looked over the multitude of cabinets. If the kitchen was anything like the lab, they probably owned three. The tricky question was: what did a cherry pitter look like and where was it hiding?