There had been a time when Atton had believed life was sink or swim, and everyone's only responsibility was to be self-sufficient. He'd grudgingly changed his tune on that when it came to helping other people, but he was clinging to it tenaciously where it came to himself. He had to. (Mical didn't get it, either, but Mira did, even if she'd probably be calling him an idiot right now.)

"I'll be better soon," he said, rolling his eyes. "Top drawer, I keep a bread knife."

Some people should probably not be allowed food preparation.