Warning: Incoming Food Porn
Remy's face went serious but he nodded politely. "Don' worry Vic. I won' hold him agains' you unless you ac' like him first," he said without any malice. But he could see Logan's alert face and eyes on Victor... Remy intended to do the same, in spite of his conciliatory words. A reformed Vic.... dat's somet'ing I never expected seeing... he thought to himself with bare skepticism.
He remembered the night before... the deranged yet strangely principled psychopath he was going to bed... until a specific moment which he deliberately forced out of his mind for fear of spoiling his appetite. Indeed, Victor's snarky false-threat to Logan made Remy chuckle and return to the present.
He walked over to the oven and withdrew a tray of baguette slices with swiss cheese molten on top. Several large pans were on the stove and filled with poaching eggs. Creole-spiced pork boudin patties sat in a skillet and a double-boiler at the back of the stove was filled almost to the brim with rich, creamy hollondaise sauce.
"Time for de firs' batch," Remy stated with a smug smirk as he began assembling plates; slices of cheese-covered baguette were topped with a sausage patty and poached egg each. The Acadian sprinkled cubes of ham around the plates before finishing each one off with a generous deluge of lemony-buttery-artery-clogging heaven.
He could practically hear Logan's growling of hunger-lust even over the sound of bubbling water. So he quickly took two plates and gave one to Logan and one to Victor. "Breaux Bridge Benedict. N'awlins specialty. Makes me grateful Henri ain' a cardiologis'..."