"I have a good teacher."

Marinette's giggling was the cutest thing ever. It chased out a laugh of his own, and he stopped the spoon to accept the second egg, breaking the yolk before he stirred everything in. It smelled sweet, but still looked kind of gross.

A little bit splashed on his hand, so he reached out, threatening to wipe it on her arm.

Of course, she was much more mobile than he was.