[She laughs quietly, the sound of it almost indulgent, and shakes her head.]

My bad, I didn't mean to make you sound cool. Super false advertising.

[The coffee tastes fine so far, as does the donut he hurled at her face, so she's totally up for the taste testing job. She moves in closer to take a look at what he's made so far, and he may notice that the hissing droplets of oil that hit her skin don't seem to bother her at all - in fact, they don't even leave little disc-shaped spots of red on her skin. Gen truly cannot be burned.]

Not gonna lie, dude, they look like dog shit. Why don't you make the batter and filling and shit and I can put them together.