Had they been in the company of another green-haired Brother, Zap wouldn't have minded as much that Eva brought up her eating habits. There was a fifty-fifty chance that Toad didn't give a crap and wouldn't even chime in. She crossed her toes in her shoe. "Yup," she nodded, and began pulling the seeds out of the pepper and dumping them on a paper plate from the stack on the island. "It's getting harder." She was smirking though. Eh, there would always be plants. It was the animals you had to work for to eat.
"I'm sure we're all very sorry," Toad remarked as he located the pan he was after, flipped it in the air once and caught it by the handle, then placed it on the desired burner with a sling, the handle spinning, but enabling it to stay on target. There was a flurry of paper and rustling and then he disappeared again. Seasonings - there had to be something left...
"Any idea what it is yet?"
"Porksteak. And I'm having it. Anyone who wants to share can try," he was grinning into the cupboard, away from the girls' faces. Of course he'd share. But apparently, with only one. "I need some garlic powder..." AH! He swiped it with quick fingers and was back in front of the frying pan in a second. Had the meat been frozen, he would've been kicking himself and probably sitting with the women by now, but there wasn't going to be any de-thaw time for this meal - no sir. "D'ya mind?" a strong hand, at the end of a strong arm moved between the girls, snatched the seeded pepper and pulled it back from between them. While he searched for a knife, Mort couldn't help thinking that his lunchmates smelled far better than anyone in the Brotherhood dorms. Probably hoarding the shampoo.
"You ass," Zap accused, snatched another, and set to work. She wasn't going to cry over spilled milk - or stolen pepper. She cracked a smile to herself at his antics. However annoying, the man was an entertainment.
"D'you like it, then?" Toad wondered, craning his neck to give his own butt an appraising glance. "S'not half bad." He set to work folding up his sleeves past his elbows and began adding whatever looked savvy to the pan that would make the meat more appetizing - though, he couldn't think of anything that would make it less, at the time being. He was starved.
Zap nudged Eva in the elbow with her own and urged her to take a look, as A) it wasn't half bad a butt and B) ignoring him would only make things worse. She flashed a smirk and a devious look in her green eyes, though, "Know how to use that thing?" she asked Mort.
"I could show you a few things - downstairs," he didn't turn around, but by his tone, anyone could tell he was smiling a busy smile.
"Sounds like a good time."
"What about Irish?" this was all just a charade, right? It didn't matter what was said upstairs or down - Toad wouldn't press his luck with any of these women.
"Oh, right, right," Zap responded, as though she'd forgotten Mars, "Maybe for the single lady, then?" Her grin couldn't have gotten wider.
Toad rolled his eyes - what a harpy. He turned, though, after dropping the steak into the pan, and gave it a shuffle while lifting it off the burner. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He locked eyes with Eva.