I considered and finally sighed. “I’ve heard it’s not common in Europe. I guess it’s like that.” Whatever. I wanted eggs and he provided them. “What about cheese?”
“Why would you pair eggs and cheese?”
“Because it’s delicious?” I suggested.
With a dubious expression on his face, he opened the freezer and found a bright orange brick. “Here.”
Gross. “That’s not cheese.”
He glanced at it. “Uh, yeah, it is.” He set it on the counter. “Anything else?”
“Mushrooms, onion, and bacon.”
“That’s disgusting,” he accused, looking appalled. “Not that I know what bacon is, but why the hell would you defile a mushroom with cheese and eggs?”
“Have you tried it?” I asked.
“Of course not. It sounds awful.”
A laugh bubbled past my lips, causing my shoulders to shake. And then I erupted in a fit of giggles I couldn’t seem to stop.
He thought an omelet sounded awful. This fae. One who probably ate that hideous-looking green mush that Exos favored. I couldn’t stop laughing, the humor of it all bursting inside me in a wave of much-needed release.
This entire world, all these men, were completely unfathomable, yet real. And they didn’t want to eat an omelet.
“What the hell did you do to her?” a gruff voice demanded, causing the cabinets to shake around us. “Did you break her?”
“She wants to make some sort of atrocity with eggs and cheese,” Vox explained, shuddering.
I laughed harder in response.
“Why the fuck would you put eggs and cheese together?” Sol demanded, sounding affronted by the very idea.
“Oh, and she wants to add mushrooms and onion, and something called bacon.” Vox gagged at the notion and Sol joined him.
I swiped the tears away from my eyes, thoroughly amused. “Get me some mushrooms and onions, then park your asses there.” I pointed to the stools by the bar. “I’m going to blow your mind.”
“Park my ass?” Sol repeated, glancing at Vox. “Can you believe this chick?”
The Air Fae’s lips twitched. “I gotta admit, I’m officially curious.” He started rooting through the kitchen and handed me a single mushroom that was the size of a head of lettuce. “Onion, onion, onion,” he repeated, searching the freezer. “Nope. No onion. But I can add it to my grocery list for later today.”
“Maybe check the pantry?” Wasn’t that where onions went?
Both men looked at each other, then at me. “What?” they said in unison.
“Never mind,” I sighed. “What about pepper? Like, the vegetable, not the spice.”
“Why would pepper be a spice?” Vox asked, already looking.
He handed me two orange bell peppers a moment later, causing me to smile. “Finally, something normal.” It wasn’t cold, but it smelled right. “And pepper can be a spice on Earth.”
“Humans are weird,” Sol muttered, taking his seat at the counter. “Pretty, but weird.”
My lips quirked. “You think humans are pretty?” I found a knife and started chopping the pepper, much to the horror of Vox observing.
“Well, you’re the only one I know,” Sol said, lifting one broad shoulder in a shrug. Unlike his counterpart, he wore a shirt, but something told me he’d be a solid brick of muscle under those clothes.
Not that I wanted to think about it.