Dundee touched his chef's toque in acknowledgement. "Fair dinkum. Glad you like it." He bustled away into the kitchen, and Nailah came out a few moments later with Ptricia's order... in both hands. It was a serving platter, not a plate, and that didn't include the array of sauces and sides that also sat on the tray with it.<br/><br/>The gammon steak was almost hidden beneath layers pineapple and fried eggs over easy and little button mushrooms dripping with butter. Outlying towers of fried bread guarded all approaches, and the aforementioned condiment bowls provided a moat.<br/><br/>The humaniform sphinx almost drooled. "Ohhh... now that's what I'm taking about! Itedakemasu!" She picked up knife and fork and dug in.