<strong>“Yea, name's Finn. Sure, we could work together. Mediterranean omelettes aren't actually all that hard. It's a lot simpler than it sounds,”</strong>he replied, having grown up as a foster-child who had spent the better part of the last thirteen years with one family, who had adopted him. A family that happened to be of Mediterranean, more particularly Hellenic, origin. He didn't know what kind their professor wanted, or what ingredients he would have available, but he had become quite proficient at the making of them.<br/><br/>His sister, Xene, and mother, Xanthippe, both preferred Mediterranean omelettes when they had eggs for breakfast, though his father, Aimilios, preferred his eggs over easy. Still, tiganites were the all-around favourite at the Galani household. Even if he retained his lawful name and they had never changed it, the reason was to pay homage to his ancestry, if not the parents he'd been taken away from. Shaking his head out of the abrupt reverie, however, he smiled and waved to the woman, apparently named Celine, politely. For Marcus, he nodded,<strong>“Sure. I don't mind making a threesome of it if you would prefer. I'm going to ask the professor if there's a specific ingredient list he wants or if we have some wiggle room.”</strong><br/><br/>He offered a raised hand for Professor Godric, and waited to be called on, at which point he would enquire of whether they were obliged to use the same herbs, spices, and other ingredients, or could do something more uniquely their own.