Hazel let the bacon sizzle with the eggs as she got some plates, she took the toasts out and buttered them up. The girl wasn't really thinking about their preference, she was juggling her resources around. She places some scrambled eggs and bacon on the plates with the toasts, the she pretended to be a waiter. Placing the dishrag over her shoulder she put everything on a tray."Dinner is served," she spoke in a snooty french accent as she put the plates on the coffee table in the living room, before quickly returning to the kitchen to get the forks and knives. Voila, gourmet breakfast.