Ah, Santana-That-I-Do-Not-Want-To-Mess-With, I am grateful to learn that both your eyes and nose are functioning properly.

[His voice is dry, and though his brows push up in amusement, he mostly looks pretty distracted. He turns the feather over on the stove, watching embers lick their way up the feather.]

You'll be happy to know that I am not attempting to cook