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"Well I made the eggs. So those were my skills," He froze slightly. "Great eggs, I may say." He chuckled.

"Glad you liked it." She said, then pushing herself off the oven. She headed towards the back door, as Jefferson watched her as she left, assuming she was going to leave him in the kitchen alone. Jefferson looked down at his almost empty plate, then heard Stephanie say, "C'mon. We're going to the chicken coop," He looked at her and sprung slightly up.

He scooted out of his seat and took in the last fork full of pancakes before following behind her. "I've - never, been in a coop before. Better yet - a chicken's coop." He said, throwing his hands through his hair. "Is that what I just ate back there?" Referring to the eggs. He'd never had anything 'fresh-out-the-chicken' before. He'd wondered what other sources they used around the farm.