and the lifeboat burns
"Come on, Mik, you know! I'm the type of person who likes to think things through, right?"
"Right..." Mikhail drew out the tail end of the syllable with what, for him, was maximum drama. "Remember the time you tried to eat a marshmallow while it was still on fire?"
"Hey!" Milton jumped back, indignant, letting clenched fists fling out behind him. "That wasn't my fault! Aegaeon said it was ready!"
"Ready to take out of the fire, not to eat."
(If he was amused by the opportunity to deftly bat back each of Milton's whiny defenses, he didn't show it.)