"We whip the eggs back and forth." He looked at her seriously. "You know there is more singing and dancing in here than in Choir and Dance combined? Can't make milkshakes without someone singing. Can't whip stuff without someone flinging their hair around. Crazy."

He separated some eggs with the deft hand of someone who had done it a million times before and could probably do it in his sleep. "We turn these into snow mountains and then add butter and sugar. You do that, and I'll sift the other stuff."