Oh, that... Well, we were just sitting down to a refreshing luncheon of grilled calamari, which these nice gentlemen were going to cook on this nifty little field-stove... when we had, ah, a slight over-pressurisation of the cooking pot... which caused a slight mess... really, there was nothing to worry yourself about, M'dear...
*hides the herb-jar and its agitating knocking contents in a coat-pocket*
Now, if I recall correctly, you were just about to regale us all with a fascinating story about some strange dream you'd been having lately... wasn't she, chaps?