<strong>Katy and Mike eating breakfast in the [Kitchen]</strong><br/><br/>Mike came back down from an ice cold shower and was looking much more human. He was in bare feet, denim shorts and a t-shirt, casual and comfortable. “It smells great down here. What are you making?” he asked. When he found out it was omelets he was really excited. “It might surprise you to know I’ve never had an omelet. They aren’t very popular in Denmark.”<br/><br/>“This ham is perfect,” he said, taking a bite. “Wow. This is really good. I like eggs a lot, I’ve just never had an omelet.” He laughed softly. “Ham, cheese, and eggs. It seems a very American dish. You have had this a lot at home, ja? It’s absolutely delicious.”<br/><br/>As he ate, he started a new line of conversation. “So I have a bit of a problem,” he said. “When you live on a ship you have to carry just about all of your belongings in a single bag. I think it’s a sea bag in English. So I really don’t have very much with me, and nothing to really hang on my walls, nothing to make it feel like home. When I lived with a woman before, she made an effort to hang things on the walls to make it feel less like a prison, ja? So I saw on your questionnaire that you are a painter. Think you might like to paint something to hang on my wall?” He didn’t mean to put her talent on the spot, but Mike was genuine in his request. “If you don’t want to, that’s cool, too. But I thought if you were going to paint while you were here anyway, it might be nice to hang some of it up. I can even make framing for it. I’m good at working with wood and metal.”