"Oh har har," he grumbled, rolling his eyes and busying himself lining up the cans on the countertop. "Setting fire to the people who upset my friends isn't, though; I just skipped ahead to the part I'm good at."

Harrumph.

Lea hesitated, then puffed a sigh and leaned one hip against the counter, lifting his chin a little to try and peer into the pot.

"So what're you making, anyhow?" he asked. "Tears are the secret ingredient, huh?"