That's about when the Balladeer sidesteps onto stage, grinning wide. Cameras are new, but this is his element.

"And then we pour it into the pan!" He picks up the bowl full of batter and starts pouring some into each section of the muffin pan. His voice and manner are confident, though not because he really knows what's going on. He only just found himself here, standing offstage and watching an increasingly distressed Greta. But he's used to performing for crowds; why not take over? "There we go, just like that. Doesn't that look good? These are gonna be delicious. Then put it in the oven for - " He darts a glance at Greta " - twenty minutes! Now, when we get back, we're going to sample the finished ones!"

He smiles again, drying his hands on a nearby dishcloth simply to keep them busy. The eyes on him don't make him nervous, but what he wouldn't give for an instrument! He looks first at one camera, then at another. How is he supposed to know if they actually DID cut to commercial?