For his first attempt, Napoleon went with a rustic dish one of his mother's cousins had been fond of that he personally thought was foul. Illya gave the arriving food a curious sniff.
"It rather looks like a breakfast instead of a dinner."
"Some folks do prefer as a morning meal instead of an evening one."
The eggs were served nicely pouched over a slice of something fried.
"It's called scrapple - sort of a mush of hog trimmings, cornmeal and flour that they form into a loaf, slice and fry."
Illya tried a bite, humming with pleasure.
"Delicious."
