There wasn't any way Declan could have known it was done wrong or not and he didn't seem at all put out by the condition of the eggs, looking at the omelet with the kind of eager curiosity usually reserved for children.

"Is it ready?" he asked, not entirely sure how to tell. "It smells really good," the Guardian remarked, setting his shaders aside and leaning over the counter enough to tilt his head, inspecting the breakfast.

"Thank you for cooking again. It even makes the quarters seem more appealing somehow. Maybe all the smells...Oh, yes. Speaking of which, I have access to a very large range of shaders, so feel free to browse the menu and pick something for the quarters. I'll get it as soon as I can head that way, and any others until you have access to them yourself."