Being teased wasn't unpleasant, but it left him at a loss for how to respond. Oh she was beautiful to be sure. Beautiful, good company, and a lover of omelets. All of which made for an amusing, if not baffling meeting. Unsure of what to say or do he merely kept his back to her and fixed that gaze to the stove top, hoping to hide the fact that his flush face had reddened again. Thankfully when the conversation switched back to food Palmer found himself able to form coherent words once more.
"I've always been a fan of most foods; cheese steak sandwiches included of course. But it was breakfast food that I really liked...kind of just enjoyed the normalcy of it all. Of making some eggs, bacon, or even chocolate chip pancakes. Cooking and eating always was sort of a way to...well not to forget the rest of the strange stuff, but to at least find some semblance of just being like everyone else. Even if it was just for a little while." Almost nothing about his life was normal in any regard; yet this part, being able to just have fun preparing something tasty to enjoy with a new friend...it helped keep Will anchored.
When he heard her moan the man smiled to himself, finally finishing with the last omelette, fixing his plate and joining her at the table. "I'd offer to share the recipe but I'm afraid it's a secret. The seasoned breakfast potato recipe was one I picked up from a two hundred year old witch I met...and she really knew her stuff."