[He disengages with a small chuckle.] Right. Food.
[He would hate the waste the effort she put into this, and the limited supplies.] I love eggs. Even cold ones. [But he does scarf them down before they cool too much. He loved them warm more.]
Oh, wait! [He scrambled for the bedside table, where he'd left his camera the night before. He settles back and points it at the two of them.] First photo of the day!
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[He would hate the waste the effort she put into this, and the limited supplies.] I love eggs. Even cold ones. [But he does scarf them down before they cool too much. He loved them warm more.]
Oh, wait! [He scrambled for the bedside table, where he'd left his camera the night before. He settles back and points it at the two of them.] First photo of the day!