Raine laughed, though it was little, an only quietly amused sort of sound. "My brother is especially fond of them," she said, and came the rest of the way into the kitchen, peering first at the cookbook, then giving Klaus' ingredients a more contemplative sort of a look. Yes, there was potential there, but he wasn't thinking nearly expansively enough. "They're a good breakfast. What did you have planned? It looks like you have only the conventional ingredients...?"