[Poggio]

He moved automatically, whipping the eggs, chopping things and still in his half sleep daze he managed to cut on the stove and warm up the oil. While the pan slowly heated, Galvin sauntered past Ambrosia making his way towards the bathroom. He had just enough time to use it and clean before hearing the crackle of the oil. He poured the ingredents in and let them cook before turning to Ambrosia with a raised brow.