"Let them go," Angus said. "How hard can it be? Fry the bacon, make a sandwich. Unless they set the house on fire, they should be able to manage it, I reckon. If they set the house on fire, we'll give them a hand putting it out and then carry on, I suppose. Have they ever taken any interest in the kitchen before?"
Angus was rather doubting it because they were debating between each other on everything. Sam had apparently had a bit of debate with Victor. Victor had thought the bacon felt greasy and needed washing, but he hadn't been successful at finding any soap for food washing. All Victor could find was dishwashing liquid. In the meantime, though, Sam had decided he wasn't bothering with it, and he rinsed the bacon under the tap, dried it with paper towel and had put the bacon in the skillet. Victor was insistent he wasn't eating dirty bacon, and Sam told him to just eat bread, then. They past a couple dirty looks between them, but Victor went back to cutting fruit.
Angus was trying, with all he had, not do laugh at the thought of them washing the bacon with dish soap, and he had to roll the chair back into the bedroom quickly because he was quickly losing his ability to not laugh out loud. When he got back into the bedroom, he could stifle his laughter no longer and he burst out laughing. The boys had good hearts but they had a lot to learn.