Laertes can't help smiling a little to watch him. Already, Lancelot looks more at ease in his own skin than he had only a month ago. "That looks good," he says, and steps in with the mixing bowl held in both hands. "Now, I have only to pour and stir. An thou do not stir, and let it cook flat, thou wilt have an omelette. Canst put anything in it--cheeses, meats, vegetables--and then fold it up inside the egg."