Misha scooped up the bits of cup and disposed of them. He filled another from a bottle of juice found in the refrigerator and set it in front of Fred. "How about an omelet? I'm great with omelets. Rache, you hungry?"
He didn't wait for a response and took a large skillet out of a bottom cupboard. He could be halfway done with it by the time Fred used all his big words and Rachel threatened all her telepathic whammies.
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