whoops went over the steam character limit lol

Charles laughed as he mixed the eggs and milk, whipping them into a fine mixture. "I am not all zhat quiet all zhe time, not wizh mon piano, oui?" He winks and takes out some bread, dipping it into the eggs and milk and setting it on the skillet. By then the water was boiling, and Charles turned off the burner under the pot of water. He opened his press that was sitting on the counter and scooped in the proper amount of coffee before pouring in the water meticulously. "Really?" He looked a little surprised. "I zhought you used zhe drip pots, zhe ones with a big 'andle." He moves his hand as if he's holding a big coffee pot. "or is zhat just in zhe TV?" Giving the water a little stir after it was in the pot, he put the press back together and let it sit. "Making coffee just off of zhe stove, I'm not sure I would have zhe patience for zhat, 'aha..." Going back to the bread, he flipped it and dunked in another two pieces into the milk and egg mixture, using up the rest of it before putting them on the pan. "Mm, I should 'ave put zhe bread on all at once..." That mumble seemed to be mostly to himself. He flipped the two pieces of bread and put the one done one on a plate. He glanced back at the screen of his laptop, just sort of in awe for a moment that he can talk to someone he's known for less than a week this easily. He practically felt like they were living together with him talking to George in the kitchen while making breakfast. Well...maybe that would happen at George's house? He sure hoped so. Looking at George now made him smile at the thought. "What do you zhink I should put on zhe 'French toast' hm? I 'ave raspberries or blueberries. Of course I've got zhe syrup, mais I'm missing whipped cream." That reminded him he needed to pick more up at the grocery store later, he used way too much of the stuff.

He put the last of the toast onto his plate and turned off the stove, going to grab a glass for his coffee. He plunged the press a few times before deeming it good and pouring into the glass. There was a bowl next to the press that had sugar in it, and Charles spooned in way more than necessary before adding in a little of the milk and stirring it. "Aah, I never feel fully awake wizhout zhis, 'ow about you?"