Lylia's face changed quickly from one expression to another. First shock, then anger, and finally, unwilling amusement. "You know what? This is exactly what I wanted."
"You asked for a spoon that would make fun of you?" Marina said.
Lylia said, "I asked for quality assurance. And it looks like this is how Greg does quality assurance from his own perspective, probably."
"That sounded like sarcasm, but eh... I'm used to it because of Marina, who does that all the time," Greg said while whipping his sweat with the towel that Marina gave.
The Critic's Spoon made a sound that could have been a sniff if spoons had noses. "If you really want to use me for what I'm meant to do, I guess I should look at the current cooking disaster."
"Take me to the soup."
Lylia picked up the spoon and dipped it into the burned soup. She looked both amused and a little scared.
