When he's back at the stove Steve can't help but grin. "Seriously? Okay you need to stop being a catch."

Good looking, funny, and he can cook? Damn it Hargrove.

Damn even his first one is a little messed up or pale, maybe he missed it? He marvels for a moment before moving over to the fridge to pull out the eggs and get a bowl. He knew at least Lizzie was having scrambled eggs.

"How does everyone want their eggs?" While there's no room on the stove with the other two cooking at the moment, he can at least figure out how many eggs he needs to toss in the bowl to scramble and how many to leave aside for any other way.