"...Edie's probably still asleep, let me know when I say words you don't understand."

He blinks a couple of times, opens his mouth, and closes it, shrugging.

"Not really surprising," she sighs, mostly to herself. She heads over to the kitchen and gets out a frying pan.

He gets up and follows her curiously. "Sorry," he says.

She makes a handwavey "don't worry about it" gesture and starts putting bacon in the pan.

Ooh smells tasty! He furrows his brows in concentration and tries, "Can I... get some?"

"Yes, absolutely."

Once the bacon is done she fries eggs sunny-side-up in the bacon grease.

Oooh.

And it is at this point that Edie wanders blearily out of her room.

"Good morning!" he exclaims cheerily.

"Good morning!" she replies, transforms and casts the telepathy spell.

He sees the spell, of course.

Much better. I'm gonna take a while to learn to speak the language.

"Yeah, it's the kind of thing that takes time."

The speaking while you send thing helps bunches, though.

"Glad to be of service."

Now what are these things Emily's making?

"Bacon and eggs."

The "eggs" I recognised. "What's 'bacon'?"

"Do you have pigs?"

"Yeah."

"Bacon is an unusually delicious form of pork."

"It smells very good!"

"Well, it's supposed to be delicious!"

He beams, and waits for it all to be done so they can eat together.

Eggs do not take very long to cook, although Emily takes out a new frying pan and a container of liquid and starts dipping bread in the liquid and frying it.