[He'll take just as dramatic of a bow in return as he steps back up to the stove. Ah, the joys of being silly.

Hopefully Tatara has figured out how much rice he wants on that plate, because that egg doesn't take very much time to cook at all. Solomon wisks at it with a fork over and over on itself, just up until it's partially solidified, before taking if off the heat.]

Stand back now. We'll see if it screams again.

[The joke is light and mischievous as he carefully folds the egg overtop the rice, tucking it in cleanly with a fork until the yellow almond shape is soft and unbroken.]

There we are. Let's see... [Where did the rest of that paste go, hmm hmm--] Would you like the hound, or would you humor me for a choice of my own?