"I wouldn't say that. It has been something of a trial settling into your lifestyle."

Lancelot smirks a little at that, picking up a ladle to cautiously stir the eggs as the water bubbles.

"You certainly haven't made it easy, even if I had little time to protest."

Not that Lancelot would have, and the expression on his face shows that. He reaches out and pulls down the lever on the toaster, checks the eggs again warily and squints at his watch.

"Do you prefer your eggs soft, or?"