The more Hiccup spoke the stupider Astrid began to feel. Everything he was saying were logical conclusions, but they were ones she hadn't been able to come to herself. Stupid. She tore her eyes away from the skinny Viking hovering over the microwave to stare at her soup instead. It smelled great. She was hungry.

Hungry and stupid.

When the microwave beeped she instinctively whipped her head in its direction, bracing herself for the worst. But...things seemed fine. No exploding bread. No fires. All there was was Hiccup burning his fingers on the hot plate as she watched him set it down on the counter.

"Of course it's hot. What were you expecting?"