Huh? I mean, I like cooking, so it's not like I mind it. We're roommates, right?

[He snagged himself some bacon and french toast and dusted the latter with extra cinnamon before a splash or two of syrup.]

But okay, deal. You wash, I'll dry. [He grinned as he added.] We can make a chore chart if you want, but then I'm gonna expect little gold stars for taking out the trash.

[Alex looked vaguely skeptical for a moment. Tomatoes were fine, but they did not scream breakfast to him. ...though salsa was mostly tomatoes, and salsa was delicious on eggs.] Tomatoes... weird, but okay. At least you didn't say beans-on-toast. [Could be worse, clearly.]