[She dumps mud all over his face and then criticizes him for it, how cruel. He sits up, wiping mud off his face as he does, and somehow manages to wobble to his feet.

So all his theatrics were for show? Mostly. He does feel a little light-headed, but the shock of hot soup turning into cold mud has miraculously given him the strength to get up and complain about it.]

Somehow, I don't think that's the problem with your soup... Normally I'd be grateful for your generosity, but now I think I'll settle for being grateful you're not drowning me in mud anymore.