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."