She smiles a little, nods, and sets to work. She seems fairly content as she does (she knew this, she could do this).

It doesn't take her long to have the eggs beaten together.

He’s pretty quick with a knife — he has most of the veggies done by then, and he’s pulling cheese out of the fridge.

She starts heating a pan. "...butter?" she requests.

She recieves a stick of butter almost immediately.

Well, butter, into pan, and: omelette making!

Omelette!

He passes her veggies, eggs and cheese in the correct order as she cooks.

She thanks him quietly each time, and, in short order: they have food!

Food!

He grabs a couple of plates for them and takes them out to the table, grabbing pop-tarts out of the toaster as he goes.

Spicier omelette for Z! Unspiced omelette for Blaze!

Suspicious look at the pop-tarts.

"Fan of sweet stuff or not?"

He tosses them on a plate and sits down.

She shrugs. "Never really- had anything sweet?" she admits.

"Like...never?"

He takes a bite of the omelet. It is, as expected, delicious.

"Wasn't allowed it."

She starts to eat her own omelette.

People are terrible.

He breaks a piece off one of them and nudges it towards her.

“It’s still gonna be pretty hot inside—uh, I don’t know if that’s a problem for you...”

"Not- not normally." She picks it up, blows on it anyway. (Anything to seem more normal.) She bites on it, and makes a slight face - it's too sweet, overwhelmingly so - takes another bite regardless, unsure whether or not she actually likes it.

"...don't force yourself. They're pretty sweet."

"Yeah-" she agrees, setting what's left of her bit of pop-tart down and going back to her omelette. "Thank you."