Perhaps the surprises should have ceased to be surprising. Jeremiah opened his mouth to say something about the socks, but he found that he didn't know what to say. His eyes were half checking the size of the boy's feet, but he didn't think they were close enough to take any of his with him.
Jeremiah grabbed a large mug out, and measured out hot cocoa, pouring the now heated water into it, and stirring it up. Convinced that it was mostly together he placed it down in front of Wren. "It may be hot for a bit, so sip carefully," he told the young man. "So no eggs, but we could do a nice hash without them."
He put down a slice of the bread into the toaster, then reached for sweet potatoes, one of the apples, celery, and a knife to start chopping things up. He knew how to use a chef's knife, so the chopping didn't take very long, and he dumped all of it off the cutting board into a skillet on the stove, letting it start to cook while he pulled the bread up and buttered it, putting some of the strawberry jam on top.
"Here you are," he offered the bread with a smile. "And give me about twenty minutes and we'll do some vegetables too. I haven't had anything to eat yet."
He stirred the vegetables, before measuring out coffee for his French Press.
"Do you live with anyone?" He asked, not certain if it were too nosy or not.