The eggs weren't bad. If she had to pick one she'd prefer overcooked to under. Who wants wet, squishy eggs?

She didn't realize until she was finished with another pancake and halfway through the eggs that he was just sitting there across from her with nothing but a coffee cup.

"You're not eating?" she asked between bites. She had seen over the prior weeks that he had a robust appetite, she assumed because metabolism increased by the serum required more calories to keep running.

"And you're just going to sit there and watch me eat?"