Marc poured a shot into both of their coffees, thought better of it and made it a double. The toad in the holes sizzled in the skillet behind him, the eggs crackling within the confines of the bread with the hole punctured in each piece. One of the yolks had broken, and he deemed that one to be their captive's.  On the other two he added a pinch of garlic powder and gently layered on the hole piece of the bread over Jackie and his slice.<br/><br/>Marc ate their hostage's small circle piece of toast.<br/><br/>He took a big swig of the coffee spiked with whiskey as he pulled on his own mask. Fuck he hated that thing already. Even if he'd have to wear it this long anyway even if things had gone right, he'd need to wear it a lot longer and the mask reminded him of that fact. Marc carried to their three plates toward the bedroom once they were done cooking five minutes later.<br/><br/>He had some ideas of what to do with their new pet. Some were unprofitable and safe, and others were fun, profitable and risky. He already knew which way he was leaning.<br/><br/>"Soup's on." He said as he walked toward the room where he'd tied Jasmine. He considered how entertaining it might be for her to eat on her stomach with her hands tied.<br/><br/>