The bacon is done rather quickly and after draining out most of the grease into a grease container h begins preparing the eggs. [i]'I can't do fancy stuff, but I'm glad Mrs.. Henasi showed me this trick with using bacon grease instead of butter for the eggs. Saves me a bit of money'[/i] As he cracks the first egg into the bowl the sound of a door opening catches his attention. As the boy steps into the main room Kiel winces inside at the sight of his still very vibrant injuries. [i]'I'm so glad they don't seem to hurt as much as they did last night'[/i] He suppresses a chuckle as the boy covers his inquiry with a pilot greeting. “Good morning to you too, I see you're feeling better.” Plopping the last egg in the bowel he picks the bowl up and begins whisking them with a fork. “And don't worry, I don't mind you asking questions.” He moves slightly closer to the boy, still whisking. His eyes skate over the injuries, taking a visual assessment. 

“In truth the answer is rather simple.” Finishing his assessment he drops the fork so it sets against the side of the bowl and uses his free hand to check the boy's bandages. [i]'They seem to be holding up, but I should change them later'[/i] His hands brush gently over the wounds that required no bandaging and his eyes grow heavy with sympathy again. “See, I spend so much time here in my home alone that I often speak to myself aloud just to break the silence.” After the examination his picks up the fork again and finishes whipping the eggs. “I don't have anything for music, so it gets rather quiet here.” Turning back to the hot plate he pours the eggs into the still warm pan and begins cooking the eggs. Bits of bacon blend into the yellow and Kiel slowly adds the cheese so it will melt into the eggs. 

Glancing over at the boy ha smiles. “I've only got one hot plate so we have to do this in stages. The bacon is done, have as much as you like, and the tea should be done,” just then the kettle begins whistling gently. Kiel chuckles. “Right now!” Keeping the eggs moving with one hand he takes the tea off the burner and sets it on a hot pad beside stack of books and a teacup. “You can grab a cup out of that cabinet over there.” He says, pointing over his shoulder with his chin as he sets a second frying pan on the stove. “The sugar is in there too, and cream if you want some is in the little fridge here.” Reaching out he taps the refrigerator with his right foot while he finishes with the eggs, piling them onto a ready plate. Setting it by the bacon he pokes a fork into it. “Eat as much as you like.” he says, his grin wide as he sets into making the pancakes.