Glory pointed out the salt and pepper shakers on the counter.

"Add a little bit from each of those, and then you can decide if you want more or not," she said. "It's always better to use a little and add more than to use too much."

Léan grabbed the shakers and studied them for a moment, to figure out how to use them. When he finally did, he sprinkled a bit of both over his egg and set them down.

Glory didn't add anything to her own breakfast, preferring her eggs plain rather any adding anything. She finished it quickly, making sure not to make a mess on herself, which had been known to happen in the past.

"Any good?" she asked.

Léan ate his more slowly. He added a bit more salt before he finished, and he seemed to like it--his tail flicked back and forth and he had a dreamily content look on his face. "Cooked food is quite good. I've had it before, since I grew up in a privileged household...but since we don't have fire, it isn't the same as humans' cooked food."

"Well, the stove doesn't technically use fire," Glory said, lifting up the skillet to show him the metal coil underneath. "This just heats up, until it turns red, and I can use the dials on the back panel to control how hot it gets."

"It is more complicated cooking underwater. We don't have electricity," Léan reminded her, pointedly. He yawned softly and then perked up once he heard noises in the front driveway. "I think Viktor and his friend are here," he noted, nervously. He had no blanket over his tail and was just curled up in the wheelchair.

"Alright, I'll go see," Glory said. "I'll see if Viktor told Curry what he needs to know, and if not, I'll fill in the blanks before they come inside." Leaning down, she gave him a kiss before heading out to the front of the house.

Viktor was dozing in the passenger seat of his truck.

Curry had been driving. He stepped out of the truck heavily, his big feet thumping onto the ground. He scratched his head, not used to being up so early...even though it was so late. "Hey."

"Hey," Glory said. She'd forgotten that she was only wearing a light dress, but she didn't really notice the cold anymore. "Is it safe to assume Viktor told you what's going on, mostly?"

"He told me you live with a bunch of crazy fish people." Well...so much for Viktor giving a thorough explanation. "Said you need help with one of 'em."

"It really shouldn't surprise me that he put it like that..." Glory muttered. "It's close enough, but still... Alright, wake him up, we can go inside."

Curry sauntered back to the driver's seat and opened the door. He lifted his hand up and brought it down on the car horn. It was loud, and blaring.

Viktor leapt out of his seat, cracking his head on the ceiling of the truck. "Fuck!"

Curry scuttled off towards the house, snickering.

"What did you do to deserve that one?" Glory asked Viktor between giggles.

Viktor rubbed his head, whining. "Damn, that hurt. Nah, that's normal for us. We wake each other up in interesting ways. Whoever wakes up first gets the honor. Last time I did something, I brought my mother's ugly, fat old cat in and let it sleep on him. He rolled over, and...all hell ensued."

Curry waited by the door, amused.

Glory rolled her eyes.

"I wanted a cat as a pet, once," she said. "I have a shark instead."

"Mightly manly pet, if you ask me," Viktor teased, lumbering out of the truck. "All right. Let me grab my tools. I'll be in in a minute--you should introduce Curry to your fishy friend."

"Yeah, a pet bigger than I am, now," Glory retorted. "He's a sweetie, though." Turning, she gestured for Curry to go inside, and then followed him in.

Curry, wary about Viktor's 'explanation' of the issue, stayed by the doorway and waited for her instructions.

"Just follow me," Glory said, going inside. She figured it was best if she went in first, so she could stay close to Léan.

Curry slowly followed her, keeping himself alert. When he reached the doorway leading into the kitchen, he stopped, and simply stood there.

Léan curled his tail up defensively, warily.

Glory sighed slightly, though the lack of violence was always a plus.

"Curry, you might as well go into the living room and crash on the couch or something," she said as she went over to Léan. "Take a few minutes to wrap your mind around things."

Curry folded his arms across his chest, squinting slightly. "...You got anything alcoholic or highly caffeinated I can have?" he asked, numbly, as he headed out towards the living room.

"Alcoholic, no," Glory said, "as I am underage and live with my grandmother. Caffienated, on the other hand..." Going into the pantry, she pulled out a container of regular coffee grounds. "Coffee maker is a fairly simple model, just make sure to run a pot of straight water afterwards to clean it out."

Curry headed back into the kitchen to get a the coffee maker running. He didn't like the taste of coffee. But he needed something to cool himself down.

Léan wheeled himself out into the living room, to give him space.

Glory followed Léan out into the living room.

"They won't hang around for long," she said to him, giving him a kiss. "Maybe about an hour. Then things will quiet down again."