First thing in the morning, B2C machines rock.
A bit later on, when I was reducing the sauce on my braised duck*, MrsT slid the serving dish into my field of view without saying anything. I turned reflexively, which laid the scalding stirring-spoon against the lower joint of my thumb. However, licking the spot allowed me to soothe the hurt and sample the sauce at the same time: it's an ill wind.
* with ginger, leeks and dark miso. Nom.