Koravel would have for himself some scrambled eggs, pork roll and finally bagels as he rubbed his hands in earnest and to keep them warmed up. He always seemed to feel coldest out of the three of them. Probably from his lack of being outdoors so much which explains the pale complexion he had. The book he was reading was a simple mystery novel as he tended to try his intellect against the others and figure things out first.<strong>"Another murder mystery, nothing that you would care for too much I think Vlad. As for Orion, I can imagine him speeding towards us if he so much as catches a whiff of breakfast. But hey someone has to get the firewood so why not him?"</strong>