"And don’t touch your hair afterward! I don't want your disgusting little germs getting everywhere.”

“Then tie your hair up too,” Celeste replied without missing a beat, nodding toward your long blonde curls.

Your mouth fell open.

“Excuse me?! My hair is perfectly clean!”

“Didn't say it wasn't. Just pointing out that it’s hanging dangerously close to the ingredients.”

You narrowed your eyes at Celeste, clearly debating whether making them leave the kitchen would be worth the trouble.

“Just wash your hands, Celeste.”

“Already on it, boss.”

Celeste pushed away from the counter and headed to the sink, washing his hands with exaggerated diligence just to annoy you. Once finished, Celeste returned to the counter and picked up an egg, tossing it lightly from one hand to the other.

You immediately turned toward Celeste.

“Don't play with those! What if you drop one?!”

“Then we'll have one less egg. Tragic."

“CELESTE!”