Tony is still playing with maps.

"Did you get up early, or just not get any sleep?" asks Bella.

"Up early," he says cheerfully. "G'morning!"

"Morning! Have you come up with a good place to go flying?"

"There's options! Wanna see?"

"Yes please!"

Tony makes there be maps, hovering three-dimensionally in the air.

Bella peers at them. "Oh, neat, this forest has a good ratio of tall skinny trees to low dense trees. We can agree on an altitude limit there, pick a spot to turn back at, race'll be to and fro? I think there's enough room between the one kinda treetops and the other for Rachis to get a wingbeat in, and her wings are the biggest."

"Yep," says Tony. "Sounds good to me."

"All right." Bella can't really manipulate the maps from here; she picks a visible tree. "That far away enough to make things interesting, you think?"

"Yep! Say we have to go past it and around?"

"Sure!"

"Cool," says Tony.

"Is Sherlock up yet?"

"Who knows. I haven't seen him."

"Oh well. What's the breakfast situation, should I eat something I packed or what?"

"Your options are eat something you packed, grab something snacky from the kitchen, wait for Sherry to wake up, or get me to try cooking breakfast and I guarantee you he will run down the stairs and take away my spatula, possibly in his sleep."

Bella laughs. "What happens if I try to cook something?"

"No idea," says Tony. "You any good at it?"

"I'm fine at some simpler stuff. But Sherlock doesn't know that."

"You could always try it and see!"

"Yeah, all right." Bella peers into the fridge. "You have an egg, are you saving that for something or should I make us a nice big omelette to split?"

"Go for the omelette!"

"All right." Bella hauls out the egg, and some butter and onion and other miscellaneous things that look like they'd be good in an omelette, and starts hunting for a mixing bowl and frying pan.

Tony has no idea where anything is, and cannot help. But the kitchen is very tidily organized.