"Lovely." She follows the goon.

Breakfast is apparently not too different day to day - most of the same things, or at least approximately the same, are present, though the muffins and such are in a different array of flavors. Monoceros is going for mostly a very tall tower of blueberry pancakes this morning but also has an English muffin sandwich dripping with butter and yolk and festooned with protruding bacon. "Hi there, shortstack!"

"Don't flatter me. Not exactly stacked yet. Good aspiration though. I see you didn't follow through on the British breakfast thankfully." Katie begins filling her plate with the same stuff as before.

"When I woke up this morning I just wasn't feeling it." Syrup! She has some kind of lumpy maple blueberry lemon concoction she's adding on top of the giant butter pat - more of a butter slice - on top of her pancakes.

"Thankfully." Katie eats with a little more vigor than she did the day before. She suspects her body is beginning to adjust to the ludicrous portions.

Oh, how encouraging. Monoceros adds another donut to her plate. It's got raspberry creme inside.

"You excited for that villain convention thing you've got soon?"

"It's not a villain convention, honey mustard, it's a preternatural science convention. There'll be heroes and rogues and minions of various stripes there too. Nobody does the cops and robbers business at a con, not if they know what's good for them."

"Ah. Makes sense. Hope it goes well. You gonna tell them about your latest experiment?"

"I'm mostly there to present about farmed tuna but if you want to be an additional science fair project I'm not opposed. It is a pretty substantial trip in the submarine, though."

"Do whatever you'd prefer. What're you up to with farmed tuna? You figured out how to get them as big as elephants without their organs collapsing or something?"

"Tuna are actually really hard to farm. One place in Japan's got the hang of it and I did some corporate espionage because I wanted a tuna farm too and now I'm going to leak their secrets to the world."

"Why can't all supervillains be like you?"

"I'd eat them."

"Hot."

"I'm joking, of course. Some are similar to me but have different powers, some just don't want to do what I do."

Katie gives Mo a quick kiss on the shoulder and continues gobbling away.

"Try the quail eggs." Spoonful.

She ordinarily hates eggs, but tries one anyway to avoid appearing close-minded.

It's a different species of egg!

Eh. Still not her thing. She finishes it to avoid wasting food but does not get another.

Monoceros seems otherwise satisfied with what Katie has served herself and applies herself to her steadily diminishing stack of pancakes.

Katie finishes her breakfast a few minutes faster than she did yesterday and pushed her plate forward, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Aww, lookit you. Let's get you to the lab, I want to push a few things earlier if I might bring you to the conference."

That... could be exciting or concerning. Not like she has a choice. Katie gets up and follows Mo.