Stella beamed with pleasure when Anton said he loved blueberry. She looked at the interesting breakfast in front of her and picked up her fork to dig in. The first mouthful was a revelation and she looked at Anton with wide eyes. "This," she mumbled around a mouthful and gestured at the food with her fork, "this is delicious." The spicy, garlicy sausage paired with the creamy scramble and seasoned rice. Colorful chopped bits of vegetables dotted the rice like tasty confetti, and browned chunks of the Portuguese sausage nestled next to sharp, melty Pepper Jack cheese. They ate in silence for a little bit and Stella loved how the sweet-tart red juice changed the burn of the spicy into a warm glow in her mouth. "I've never had a breakfast like this before, " she confessed and picked up her coffee mug after she had placed her fork down to pace herself. She wanted to make this last, make breakfast last, make hanging out with Anton last. "Do you make this often?"<br/><br/>Weekday breakfasts for her were often quick sandwiches containing egg, cheese, and sometimes some lunch meat. Othertimes she'd eat a giant muffin, cereal wasn't a big favorite as she wasn't keen on milk. "Do you like Avocado? I make a fantastic Avocado, Tomato, and cucumber sandwhich on whole wheat bread, sometimes I add sprouts." It was one of her favorite sandwiches, and made her feel virtuous, well, almost. She knew avocados were terrible for the environment given that they were total water hogs. "I also love breakfast burritos, " she confessed, and then laughed. "You must think I'm a terrible glutton!"