My nephew (nice lad, beard, metrosexual) has been in town for a conference - so we've been out for a pint - or actuallly a mojito in his case.
He was regaling me with his latest "relationship destroying faux pas" (he's had a few) - apparently using your girlfriend's rabbit to stir the bechamel sauce is not acceptable in polite society ...
... even if it switching it on does remove the lumps ...
I'd like to think it was because the kitchen was too hot Gness, and not because he had banned you from being in a place where there were sharp things.........