...sure is.

Here, there, everywhere is just scorchin'...

Feels like the beach'd fry you if you didn't have flip-flops on...

With the way it is, you'd even be able to fry an egg on my deck!

You're not wrong there. It does feel like you'd be able to fry with this heat.

Why don't you try frying up some quail eggs, and make yourself some fake beasts?

Indeed I could! And after I make myself a nice bountiful fried-egg chest, if I eat it, there's no rubbish! Three birds, one stone!

Seems that there were far too many places she could make a comeback on.