Verity stopped and stared at the frying pan for a long moment before frowning and turning to Trevor. "Because clearly I don't think things through at all." She shot back, grabbing the frying pan and upending it over the sink. "Butter," she ordered, turning on the faucet for a moment to rinse the chocolate out, then slamming the pan back onto the stove. She tugged open the package of bacon and dropped the slices into the pan, then went searching through the cupboards for another to cook the eggs in.