Yeah, I was lucky. Bet you couldn't tell, but I'm not... strong, or fast, or even a good shot. I probably would've died if Gaston hadn't looked out for me.

[He wipes his hands off and comes over to pour a cup of coffee, and then adds some of the recently-reacquired sugar before taking a sip.]

Thanks. I could use some coffee, but I had a hard enough time figuring out this stove.