A boy named Sous

"The more you know," Priestly said, and swooped a jazz hand through the air in an approximation of a star with a rainbow coming out its ass. Behind him, the pancake in the skillet made a slightly pained hiss, and Priestly realized he'd been a liiiittle too distracted by April's various assets to properly pay attention to it.

Maybe he'd make that omelet scrambled eggs. Those required less focus.