"Magic eggs?" Tobias grinned. "Sounds like the name of something you'd see on an As Seen on TV kind of commercial. You know, like the Bacon Bowl or something." That was lame and stupid, and he knew it, but he didn't think Juliet would care. She was making him breakfast, after all.
"So are you doing okay here?" he asked, rubbing his damp palms on his thighs. "I haven't seen you much since that first day in the arena."