Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Butter?" Trev's brow furrowed with confusion but when a woman was cooking food for him he made it a point not to ask any questions that might result in their stopping. "Uh," he opened the fridge and glanced over the random assortment of items inside before he found a half stick and tossed it onto the counter beside his cousin. "You need butter for eggs?"
He hopped up onto the counter, moving so the knob of the cupboard behind him wasn't hitting his head anymore and poured another healthy glass of wine. "I thought eggs were just eggs."