The kitchen seems to shift back and forth from being a mess to being spotless. Sections of it seem to be cluttered and swarmed with dishes. Then something blurs past and it's all clean. There's a practical use for super speed after all.
"Dinner's almost ready." is quipped in his mother's ear as Jason stops next to her. He plants a quick kiss on her cheek, before blurring off to set the table.
The next time he's still, he's walking to the fridge, holding the carton of eggs fairly carefully.
"Gotta' be careful with eggs."
The kitchen smells like he's cooking some kind of multi-layered steak extravaganza with a multitude of different sides littering the top of the stove.