[ Coco had merely offered a smile and an incline of his head when Heine had murmured something at him, and it's nearly endearing. He didn't seem the type to wake nicely, and while there's always a sort of waspish air to him, he'd already seen that Heine was a kind and well-meaning person.

It isn't something he'll forget, no matter how incredulous he may have sounded. ]

It's the most important meal, after all. Food is converted to energy, so it only makes sense you'd eat after waking up.

[ To answer the question, he opens the oven door for a peek, judging his timing was right, and then goes for some towels to remove the loaf of bread. Yes, he was baking. ]

Do you have a preference for how you like your eggs?

[ A noncommittal answer will leave him to his own fancy devices, of course. Probably mini souffles or frittatas— god forbid he's ever given full run on ingredients because sudden death may occur. ]