"Okay, then you're going to make the eggs, Mr. Learns Quick." She puts the pan on the stove, and then passes him the carton. "Add six eggs, and the butter." She moves to pull over a stool - standing in one place is hard for her, some days, and so she needs to sit down anyway - she'll keep a watchful eye on him. "You're going to make a real meal. Promise." It's like a present, or something. Cooking lessons, ended with a delicious breakfast.