[Listen, he is impervious to being Mommed, solely because he's One Big Dickhead and not very sorry about it. Regardless, he squints at her a little bit, and when he speaks, it seems like he's talking in her direction, but not necessarily to her in particular.]

You know, guys, if this is your idea of suffering, having some goat lady show up and complain I messed up her kitchen, you have, you have really taken a step down here, considering I got tackled by an oven like an hour ago. Seriously.

[Finally, he seems to actually focus on her.]

No, I'm serious, like, is this supposed to be torture? Slowly picking up kitchen supplies while scolds me for being bad? Honestly.

[But he rolls his eyes, because fine, okay, fine, and picks a wooden spoon from where it was in the counter and drops it back in a nearby drawer.

Helping.]