Culinary ballet

Hello again you lovely people.
Well, maybe not all of you. Maybe you're not all lovely. Maybe there's only 3 or 4 of you, maybe there's... yeah, I've seen my readership stats. There's about 3 or 4 of you.

Hi! It's been a while, so let's break into this gently.

I thought today that we'd discuss ballet. Now I'm not gifted with toes that twinkle, much as I'd like to believe, but I think we all have the spirit of ballet in us, and it's unleashed whenever we're in a small kitchen.
Picture the scene. You're cooking something, someone comes in to do one of the following:
Ask how long it is 'til dinner
Get a drink
Have a chat
"Help"
ACTUALLY help
Look like they're helping so there's less chance of them being on dish duty

Now picture that it's not a big kitchen. That you've sensibly got room for one person working the stove and one at the worktop if NOBODY MOVES. But you need a pan now and they need a knife.
Oh dear.
What follows is quite extraordinary. You will either collide and argue or slide around each other perfectly in synch, tracing a quite beautiful path in an attempt to reduce undesired physical contact. Or to increase it, whatever floats your boat. You'll twirl, sidestep, maybe a little piroutte but you'll barely notice it.
Cooking can be, at times, a quite complicated and beautiful thing, even before you've decided on what you're going to eat.