not pictured: Jesse spending the rest of the morning running the hens dry and making entirely too many omelets in pursuit of the perfect sunny-side up.
You broke the yolk…
Redmond holds Jesse’s wrist, and then takes the spatula from her, salvaging the fried egg as best she can. The reverend watches attentively.
Jesse: Does that surprise you?
Redmond thinks about that.
Redmond: I don’t know? You’re just so well put-together, I thought…
Jesse slips into her usual habits; that mistake only seems to reinforce her impeccable facade, somehow.
Jesse: Even those with the best intentions can be made cruel by inexperience. I have a lot to learn.
Redmond just stares at her.
Redmond: How did you turn frying an egg into a teachable moment
Jesse: let’s try that again…]