Flynn put on an apron; yeah, it was pretty ratty.   They really needed a woman's touch around here to do laundry and clean things; Penelope and any of her human companions were only used as servants on the occasions the demons of the house didn't want to do anything.<br/><br/>Taking out a large skillet, Flynn began cracking eggs.  There wasn't much to it really.  He only knew how to make one type of eggs; all cooked up, and some of the humans didn't like it that way either.<br/><br/>He himself didn't really eat much except what he might find out in the forest; or what the cooks of the house would give him.  The meal was kind of boring, but he did look at Amora expectantly.  Maybe she could help him make something else.<br/><br/>"I can make breakfast!" a familiar voice shouted.  It was Penelope. Flynn grunted; he really didn't want a third wheel hanging about.  Penelope continued:  "You look like someone who was kissed by the master!  No worries sweety; he kissed me once and never again!  It's probably over now.  Anyways, we got skunk or wild rat laying around.  Want that for breakfast?"