[Toast was slid out on to another plate he had, cast iron set aside to finally be allowed to cool.] I can make it taste good, at least. Now that I got a recipe down.

[He fished up a jar or sparkling blue honey, popping the lid off and slowly trickled it out over the toast in some back and fourth movement.] Might've been told that once or twice- job and the people there came first.

Now it's the mission.