True to her word, Stella tended to a canned kitty treat she brought, while answering his question about beverages.  Two mugs were filled with coffee, while cranberry juice was poured into a pair of glasses.  Anton figured the juice’s tartness would counteract any spices, whether from the sausage or the Pepper Jack cheese in the scramble.<br/><br/>“I’d say Linguica is similar to Andouille, in that they have their own spices thrown in,” he explained.  “So yeah, similar, but not exactly.  And really, I like just about any kind of sausage.  Well, except maybe blood sausage,” he stated, cringing at the memory of seeing how that sausage was made on a food show.  Anton laughed at her recollection of the Flame On! prawns, reassuring her that Linguica was nowhere near the same spicy league.<br/><br/>Stella followed him as he placed their plates on the ready-and-waiting table.  Anton then scurried back into the kitchen, loading a mini tray with the pair of mugs and glasses.  He noticed the scones, knowing they were blueberry by the chunks of fruit sticking out the sides.  Seconds later, she confirmed their flavor.  “I love blueberry,” he said, smiling at her as he did so.  The thought of scones triggered another thought of an ice-cold glass of milk to wash it down.<br/><br/>Anton nixed the idea, believing the coffee would suffice.  Both beverages placed near their respective plates of steaming food, Anton sat down while Stella did the same.  He refrained, though it was a struggle, from kicking off breakfast with one of her blueberry scones.  That seemed more like dessert anyway.<br/><br/>Whatever kinda treat she’d brought for the cats still held their undivided attention.  A speedy glance their way revealed their noses buried in their plates.  Anton grinned, figuring he and Stella’s own noses would be buried in their plates soon enough, though perhaps not as close as the cats’.<br/><br/>Holding up his glass of cranberry juice for a morning toast, Anton said, “Here’s to a hearty breakfast.  Hope you enjoy.”