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A smile couldn't help but to grow on Garrett's face as the smell of bacon hit him. Goddamn, the pig was a wondrous beast. Every part of it tasted good - but rather than delve into some strange or unusual part of swine, Garrett was making do with some smoked back bacon; specially bought because he couldn't stomach the shitty belly fat the yank's considered to make a decent breakfast. Well, he could stomach it - but not when creating the basic, yet perfect bacon sarnie.

As the rashers of bacon popped and sizzled in the frying pan, Garrett took some eggs out of the fridge in case anyone else was in the mood for a good old unhealthy fry-up. If they were vegetarian... well, that's why God invented cereal. Turning now to the bread, Garrett swayed to the music blaring from his tinny, cheap speakers; Daft Punk were great. He could enjoy their music, and this specific song didn't have much in the way of lyrics for him to butcher. Not that he minded his terrible singing voice, but the others might... still, his wailing could make for some entertainment around here. Other than drinking nights, this place had been deader than that Amish village he visited once. Not one fight, fling or fuck-up from the people in the house. If he were more of a dick he'd try to start some trouble, but honestly, he didn't care enough to do so. Caleb might.

Hearing more people stirring throughout the house; voices filtering in from the living area, Garrett began taking plates out; only just catching his bacon in time to flip it over before burning it to buggery. Wincing as the spitting fat hit his bare skin, Garrett glanced up as one of the girls entered the kitchen, electing to eat... Cheerios. What a sad day for her taste buds.

[color=darkorange]"Morning."[/color] Was all he offered up, not expecting much in the way of conversation from Evelyn - however, he wasn't going to ignore her, despite her boring-ness around the house and despicable breakfast choices. With all pork products now cooked and smelling fine, Garrett threw a couple of rashers on buttered and ketchup-ed bread before cracking a few eggs into the still spitting pan, fat hitting his bare skin again. Garrett did notice Evelyn was dressed, which he considered an odd thing to do this early in the morning when not leaving the house. He looked like he'd just rolled out of bed (Which he had, right before starting on breakfast); rumpled hair, pyjama bottoms, and a bare chest sporting nothing but a tea-towel thrown over his shoulder.

[color=darkorange]"I've got bacon and eggs here guys, come and get it before we run out!"[/color] After hearing more people come downstairs, Garrett hollered into the living room, turning off the gas when the eggs were done and leaving them and the bacon to whoever got there first; not before taking a couple for himself. He was just glad the frying pans were big enough to accommodate for his appetite... and other people too, he guessed.

Taking a seat in the kitchen while he devoured his several sandwiches, Garrett hoped that something was actually happening today. Either the Producers were sitting with their thumbs up their asses, or half of the house was made to do boring shit while the others did something outrageous to get the viewings in. Maybe if he complained in the Confessional room for long enough they'd arrange a home invasion or fire or something.