As Evan considered the eggs, Ginny added the sugar and salt to the flour in the bowl. She snorted when she laughed. "Right," she chortled. "No banging the eggs. Handle them gently, with care. You can talk to them kindly if you want, but you are about to tap them against the side of the bowl until they crack, so they might feel rather betrayed if you are kind to them before breaking them."
She smiled up at Evan, incredibly fond of the way he gave inanimate objects personalities. It was endearing and adorable. "Just, break them and carefully open the halves to let the insides fall out. Try not to get any shells in the flour." She measured out the milk and took up her whisk, adding the liquid to the dry ingredients. It didn't matter what order they were put into the bowl. It was the end result that was important.