[Kalim turns to Yoshikage, a half-eaten slice of cheese in his mouth.

He gasps. The cheese falls to the floor.]

They wouldn’t! [He is no stranger to people poisoning his food, but here?]

I, ah… [Kalim isn’t sure what he’s trying to make, in truth. He’s used to having someone help him when he cooks, or at least someone to supervise him as he uses the sharp utensils and stoves and ovens and such. Anything that might hurt him. And who might help him here?] I don’t really cook for myself often, so I was just… oh! There are eggs here, so we could make omelets. And there are lots of vegetables, too.

[He grabs an armful of vegetables. Kalim has never had cucumbers or cabbage or radishes in an omelet before, but he’s willing to try anything. They might all taste really good together!]

Do you like omelets?