[Kronk shields himself from the spittake spray with one arm, and wordlessly offers another napkin to Cecil after it's finished.]

Sure! It’s not like it’s my first time taking over kitchen duty on a whim. [He says, as though that makes the circumstances less disconcerting.]

And nah, I don’t see any reason to lose my head here, so I should still be at it for a while. ...although if you wanna get lunch, it’ll have to be after the meeting, if that’s alright with you. [Wouldn't wanna rush the meal or run late, after all!]