How would you like your eggs?

... He gets some more silverware out, then grabs a hunk of sausage from the fridge and hands it down to the lupus. "Here." Starcaller huffs wryly, sitting a moment to scratch at his ruff with a hindpaw, not /quite/ rolling his eyes. It's like pups that have smelled Spring for the first time, eesh. Zeke is followed back to the fridge and the hunk of meat accepted gleefully. Brekkist! Pardon him while...