"Have a seat," he waved with his free arm, a jug in the other, as he reached for a glass from the cupboard. There was a silly grin on his face as he poured the orange liquid into it until it was full, then took a swig from the bottle for himself. "Like I said, the place ain't much to look at. Kinda... bare," he shrugged, returning the juice to the fridge, "but it'll do for now."

Jecht rummaged about for awhile, picking things out to place on the counter -- eggs, bread, what looked like sausages... some hashbrowns and of course, the almighty bacon. He busied himself locating the appropriate cooking utensils from the cupboards below, seeming to be on a mission, as he produced frying pans from its depths.

"How do you like your eggs? Wait, lemme guess. Sunny side up?" he shot her a wink, hoping she'd enjoy the sarcastic humour, rather than take offense.