"Here Chris, you forgot the milk"
Chris looked up "Thanks Yeh? Otherwise i'd be making egg-bread." He looked round and caught a glance between Sunny and Shiro. "Here, you dudes, sit down and talk i'll make the food." He added two cups of milk and eyeballed a splash more to the beaten eggs. He sprinkled a little salt into the egg-weash. Then opened the fridge, there were two loves of bread, white bread and brown bread. His hand reached out to grasp the brown bread, then it stopped and he thought better of it. Taking out the white bread he placed 12 slices on a plate. He warmed the pan with some butter, because butter. Then began dipping the bread into the egg-wash and pressed it under with a fork. Slowly he began the laborious task of frying one slice then another, both sides and piling them up on a plate. The smell began to permeate the room. His first attempt was a little overcooked, but it improved after consecutive attempts until all the bread was toasted a golden colour He then grabbed two plates and placed them in front of the two sitting down. Then Dominique walked in and sat down and he passed a plate to her silently. He grabbed a fistfull of forks and lay them in a bunch on the table. He then lay down the masterpiece, the leaning tower of gold. He took a fork and speared the top one and put it on a plate for himself. Then he went for the ketchup.
Leaving the room with a fork he said "Tell the others they can have some." He walked back into the other room and cut the bread into four large squares, which he attempted to push onto a fork and dip into ketchup before shovelling them whole into his mouth. He sat down.