That elicited a laugh out of Percy, quite possibly the first real one he'd had all day. It felt good.
"And what, exactly, does the perfect omelet consist of?" he asked. "Cheese and peppers? Onions? Something exotic that might bounce off your forehead?"
He smiled crookedly and adjusted his glasses. "No, no allergies, Gray," he told her. "And you don't really have to. That is, if you want to, I certainly won't argue, but I don't want to be any trouble."