[Lazarus ceases fuming long enough to turn toward Winter. It seems obvious in hindsight, but sometimes when it comes to matters of domesticity, Lazarus is not particularly realistic or clear-minded about his talents or lack thereof. This is especially true regarding cooking; despite messing up even the simplest dishes repeatedly, he seems to feel that every time will be different and better.]

No terrible surprises, not by our standards. Just the annoyance of getting shown up by slime. These look more appetizing than anything I've seen in my life and for all intents and purposes, they're not even edible. I guess my biggest priority now needs to be disposing of them before someone mistakenly takes a bite.

[He kneels to pick up the cream puffs, ignoring another glob that's fallen from the ceiling and landed beside him.]

This is happening all over the world, is it?