Somehow that last page ended up perfectly arranged so that the loading animation circle was perfectly in the black of the baby's eye when I hit the next button.
One day I hope to have the confidence of one of these disaster chefs that, despite knowing full well they don't know the first thing about cooking, decide that they are qualified to improve upon an existing recipe.
I think I would probably be satisfied if the rest of the series was just Caidel and Eleanor working on their relationship interspersed with chapters of Mama Earl slamming Noah's face into the ground for the rest of time.