Eridan paused, taking a moment to stare flatly down into the pan.

"...Fffuck."

Obviously something he hadn't taken into account yet. Whoops. He briefly pressed a hand over his eyes, sighing, before reaching down to pull one of the drawers open and slip his hand inside.

"Now I know you probably got some kind of aversion to stickin' shit into people, no pun intended," he continued, retrieving a slim filet knife. "But you're gonna have to suck it up. Should be in the same place as yours."

A meaningful look backwards. He turned the stove on simmer.