Her eyes are fixed on the cooker.
Points at the egg.
— Can’t you see?
— Has it gone bad?
She takes a deep breath.
— I noticed the way you broke the shell, but I needed to confirm. Can you see how the yolk is soft yet whole, with a small cut in the lower portion slowly leaking a yellow thread at a regular pace?
— Don’t you get it?
— When the yolk leaks like that, it can only mean two things.
— You’re either going to murder me...
— What you’re talking about?
— Or you’ll get a Ph.D. in Physics in 2035.
— You’re kidding, right?
— You saw all that? On a fucking egg?
— I knew you wouldn’t understand...
— You were right.
A second goes by. He cleans his throat, kinda embarrassed.
— Yeah, babe.
— I’m terrible at physics.
He holds a knife with a confused expression on his face.