"Handle the eggs gently," Evan repeated, looking at Ginny like she was crazy. Evan wasn't too sure how he could handle the eggs any gentler than he had already, it was very hard to handle something gently when the endgame for it was to be smashed to bits. "Do you think they'd take offence if I betrayed them?" He asked curious, inspecting the eggs and giving one a gentle poke that wouldn't end with its contents all over Evan. The egg didn't seem too bothered, as far as he could tell.
He watched her measure the milk, as if she was making the most complex of potions. Evan had been rather good at potions, but none of the ingredients had ever needed gentleness. Finally, at Ginny's encouragement, Evan picked one of the eggs up before tapping it lightly against the bowl, the way he had seen Daisy do it for cakes. The breakage was successful, Evan decided, because no bits of the shell fell in the bowl and no bits of the egg ended up on Evan. "Does it need more eggs?" He asked. There were a lot of eggs, but he doubted pancakes needed all of them. But then, he also had no idea, so maybe it did need ten eggs.
"Did you know that it is estimated that on Pancake Day, Brits use 52 million eggs, which is 22 million more than on a regular day?" Evan asked, because of course Evan knew obscure, statistical pancake facts. He might not know how to make them, but he could remember facts that no one needed nor cared to know about pancakes.