'MmmmmOK.' He does like omlettes. Just likes pancakes better. And he does briefly think about the words 'be good' - but fuck it, he'll do whatever Random wants pretty much and this isn't such a big thing.

'Christmas Eve Random. In front of the fire, when it's just us. All the lights off except the ones on the tree - that's my price for eating this lovely healthy omlette that you created for me out of the goodness of your heart.'

*smirk* Yes, he can take the piss out of his own demanding-ness at times. He stabs a bit with a fork. 'I did just ask you a question. Was it boring having tutors? Because there must be fairly large age gaps between you and your siblings so there couldn't have been that many other kids your own age around. At the castle I mean. So what was it like?'