"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.

Bella eventually locates everything she needs and sets about omeletting, humming to herself.

Tony listens for signs of Sherlock.

"I had the impression he was an early riser," remarks Bella when the omelette is sizzling away.

"Sometimes, sure. He's just not very consistent about it."

"He's gonna get cold omelette if he doesn't wake up soon. Maybe you should try taking the spatula and attempting to flip it," Bella giggles, "just to get him out of bed."

"But will it be worth the damage to the omelette?"

"Just how much of a culinary disaster are you?"

"It's pretty bad."

"Good thing you have Sherlock, then."

"Yep!"

Bella flips the omelette herself, and it finishes cooking, and she scoots it onto a plate and cuts it into three parts. She takes an end and gives Tony the middle. "Enjoy. I'm not as good a cook as Sherlock but I know omelettes."

Nom nom nom indeed!