Bruce's control over his own strength, sharpened by the title he earned a few days ago at Vaelith's place, and reinforced by his surgically trained precision, made delicate tasks far easier for him than for Sophie.
This isn't to belittle Sophie's own control; she had trained from a young age. But when it came to simple, mundane tasks like cracking an egg, Bruce was simply more familiar and naturally steadier than she was.
He decided to guide her properly this time. He had assumed she'd only need a little help after watching him cook, but clearly, she needed more guidance than expected.
Sophie stood in front of the counter with determined eyes, like someone preparing for a grand challenge rather than a simple meal.
Bruce stood beside her, amused but ready to help. He watched as she dropped the shell and picked another egg.
"First," he said, "crack the egg."
