Whoops. So maybe that had completely defeated the main objective. But at least he still had his reflexes--

Apparently not, since Armand's surprise toast attack hit him in the face. He was, quite literally, gobsmacked.

Now, Alec Trevelyan could handle a lot of things. He could handle being shot. He could handle being exploded. He could even, somehow, handle falling several stories. But food fights were something alien to him. "Bastard, am I?" he said mildly, scooping up some of the scrambled eggs in his hand. "I'll give you bastard..."

Torpedo tube one, you may fire when ready. Engage! And the eggs were away.