Flynn ate a small portion of the eggs he had made; he wasn't sure exactly how many eggs he made. It was pretty easy; smash the egg gently, throw away the shell.  Pour it in the skillet until it was some sort of yellow.  Not too dry, the humans didn't like it that way.<br/><br/>Penelope spoke up again.  "Let's go down to the cellar!  We can hang out there, no one will bother us!"  But instead, Flynn picked Penelope up by her arms, opened a closet door, shoved her in, and closed it behind her.  He propped a chair against the door handle; it wouldn't stay, but he and Amora could make their escape and go wherever they wanted.<br/><br/>Ripping the apron off of him and double checking that the fire under the griddle was out, he shrugged his shoulders at Amora not sure exactly what to do next.  He invited her to climb on his back, though, and he figured it would be nice to take a stroll outside.