Spike still wasn't very fond of eggs, thanks in part to Ed's father and the multitude of eggs which had become the main food source shortly before his arrival on the island. If he never saw another egg in his life, he really wouldn't mind. Toast, however, seemed good enough to fill the time while waiting for meat. He helped himself to a piece of toast and pulled at it a bit before deciding to just bite instead.
"Two weeks, almost," Spike muttered through a mouthful of toast, not being particularly mindful of manners. He swallowed, prepared to add a witty remark about not getting out much, then chose to stay silent when she introduced herself. "Lily..." He said her name softly, looking her over a moment as if expecting an epiphany that she might be the only Lily, then decided that her mannerisms fit well enough. And she was cooking, so it fit with what little Jaime had told him about the girl. At least she'd made a move toward rejoining the living...
"I'm Spike," he said, wondering for a moment just what he should say to her. 'Well, I heard you saw your husband die, and I figured you might like to know that I had an equally sucky experience and would be honored if you helped me murder our captors' didn't exactly seem like a brilliant choice for breaking the ice. If he'd been a little more familiar with her - maybe if she'd been a repeat acquaintance - the option would have existed. But for now he decided to settle with something that wasn't likely to make either of them feel any worse than they already did.
"I've heard a few things about you... and if any of it's true, I might have to ask for cooking lessons." A playful smirk attached itself to the statement, and Spike actually thought for a few seconds that everything was back to normal. Minus the fact that he'd complimented her cooking and she wasn't a gruff ex-cop with only one real arm. But beggars couldn't be choosers, and he'd been begging for the chance to feel just a shred of normalcy - no matter how short-lived it was.