He wrinkles his nose at Faolan, but accepts the answer regardless -- checks his watch again to keep timing the eggs. The toaster pops a moment later and he begins spreading the avocado, arranging a little spinach before finally turning off the heat and fishing out the eggs. The cling-film peels free easily and just leaves neatly poached eggs, cooked enough that the yolk is semi-hard but not entirely so. The brioche bread is thick and soft, toasted just enough to give it a slight crispness and warmth but not much more, and the smell of it invades the kitchen even before Lancelot brings over the plates. He sets them down, doubles back for hollandaise sauce and salt and pepper shakers.
"Here we go..." he says, and drops into a chair himself finally as he pushes a set of cutlery toward Faolan. "There's fruit juice too, if you want some."
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He wrinkles his nose at Faolan, but accepts the answer regardless -- checks his watch again to keep timing the eggs. The toaster pops a moment later and he begins spreading the avocado, arranging a little spinach before finally turning off the heat and fishing out the eggs. The cling-film peels free easily and just leaves neatly poached eggs, cooked enough that the yolk is semi-hard but not entirely so. The brioche bread is thick and soft, toasted just enough to give it a slight crispness and warmth but not much more, and the smell of it invades the kitchen even before Lancelot brings over the plates. He sets them down, doubles back for hollandaise sauce and salt and pepper shakers.
"Here we go..." he says, and drops into a chair himself finally as he pushes a set of cutlery toward Faolan. "There's fruit juice too, if you want some."