[Martin needs both hands to crack his eggs, but he does it with the dutiful, repetitive patience of someone who could do it all day. And no shell gets in, either.]

Yeah, I'm rather used to being on "go" constantly. I haven't had proper downtime in... [He pauses mid-crack and frowns. God, maybe a year?

[That's definitely going on the 'Let's just deal with that thought later' pile.]

Um. Toast, usually, a-and sausages. Sometimes bacon? It really depends what I've got left in the house. [Or how tight his budgeting is to afford lush home-cooked meals like that.]