"Mm, I imagine so. If I can get lost in a case, I got a feeling people need to send a rescue team out to pull you outta one. But that's good. Somethin'. Take out is great but it's shit for health and expensive. Somethin' I'd also sort of love to worry about here. Then again, if we had that, there'd be no reason for me lookin' into how to do fried chicken here."

He pulled the pan off the stove and scraped the eggs onto a plate before depositing the pan back onto the unused burner. After pulling down a small plate and a fork, he held both out to Malcolm with a smile. "Get some while they're warm. I'll let everyone else know."

[In the interest of keeping things straight, should we end this one? breakfast is nebulous ]