See? I told you not to try this at home.
Friday, breakfast continues as Stephanie invents something that the world didn’t even know it wanted. And Toivo may or may not have put on pants. You’ll just have to wait and see.
In the meantime, here’s hoping your week is going well.
I just hope that what we see on her hands is bacon grease and not the melted (plastic?) ooze of her artificial flesh. I know she comes from really advanced technology, but is her flesh heat and/or fire resistant?
Then again, she takes that nuclear-grade spicy-hot coffee in stride, so she should be okay. 😀
First rule of cooking, Stephanie: Always use cooking utensils instead of your hands! That is, unless cooking instructions says otherwise, such as kneading dough into a pie crust or something.
Still, something’s not quite right with that robot if she doesn’t feel that. As the kitchen saying goes: A hot pot (or dish) has instructions written all over it. Just touch it to find out! 😛
Her hands are okay. I tried to make them look greasy without being melted. She felt it, but not as pain. She’s incredibly resistant to damage. And very picky about her bacon, apparently.
Bad bacon? No such thing. Recalcitrant, maybe.
I guess you could say that bacon has a rind of its own.
As someone who enjoys to cook, I am quite jealous of Stephanie right now!
It would be nice to just reach in and move around food while it cooks, wouldn’t it?
Wait till you see what Stephanie makes on Friday!
HA HA HA! I did something similar with flaming cooking oil when I was fourteen. I really could have benefited from robot skin. A lot less fourth and third degree burns.
The “Stephanie” in panel 1 seems to have a different height AND hairstyle to the “Stephanie” in panels 2 to 4… and neither of them look like her usual… and this is getting very confusing.
… Wait… who was the other person with her again?
My parents like coffee. A lot. when they first got a coffee grinder (oh so many years ago), I wasn’t used to the sound. The closest thing in my experience was the sound of meat being tossed in a hot, oil-filled frying pan. For a couple of years, I’d jump every time, thinking somebody had just done the same thing as Stephanie did. That sound will still catch me, from time to time.