You were in the Ministry's kitchen, making pasta. This was your first time actually making pasta, and it was going decent. You had some pasta flour in a bowl, cracking the egg into it and mixing.

The sound practically summoned Secondo to your side, the kitchen doors flying open as he walks close, quickly becoming disgusted as he sees just exactly what you're doing.

"What... what is this?! Cos'è questa merda?! Nonono, stop, stop that!"