Damon made short work of halving the omelet and plating it up. Too bad he didn't want to take the time to fry bacon. Maybe next time. He put the pan he'd used in the sink, running some water into it and turning the handle to avoid the burst of steam that came up as he did.
When she suggested eating somewhere else, he said immediately, "Billiards room. We can put our plates on the bar. I make a pretty damn good mimosa if you have interest." He snagged a couple of bottles of water from the fridge, grabbed his plate and led the way. Nothing like a delicious brunch with good company.