This brings out my inner Veruca Salt. I want one of these like she wanted a golden goose.
Poor Veruca. She went down the chute to the boiler room too soon, before she even really had a chance to realize sparkly dresses are a way better use of I WANT IT NOW than some dumb golden eggs — which, when it comes right down to it, are really only good for one giant omelet that only Man vs. Food could finish. Parenthetically, somebody really needs to invent a Veruca Salt challenge for Adam Richman, perhaps with a side helping of an Augustus Gloop Memorial River of Chocolate and then some fizzy lifting drink. It’d make for a really stellar final shot if he just floated away and then belched himself down his own chimney and onto the couch for a quick food coma.
Anyway. What was I saying? Oh, right: This is fun. Or maybe Yvonne just has a Mila Kunis Effect on me, wherein her general aura of cuteness and at-work competence make me want to give her a hug and buy her a Guinness. We may never know.