Sliding the seventh one off the pan and onto a spare plate, he had just turned to grab for the large box of eggs when the door behind him opened. In truth, he had nearly jumped in surprise as he hadn't expected any of them to come to the kitchen first given the size of the place, but it seems something was shared by both races, the smell of food tended to bring in guest. The first one to come wasn't the one he thought it would be, Xena Kinch. She looked exactly as her picture did, same clothes, same blank look upon her face, and the same... startling crimson eyes. When he had first seen her picture, he had thought it had been a camera glare, but it looks like he was wrong that was just her natural eye color. Vena? No, he had to have misheard her. She was Xena, not Vena. A simply mistake on his part.
"I like it too," Xavier's deep green eyes flashing with amusement and interest to know that one of them seemed to share his love of the kitchen. Of course, they could have just liked the color or feel of the room, but at this moment, he would happily take what he could get. Whatever he was about to say was cut off by yet another one of them appearing, Bosco, Xaviers mind instantly put the face to the picture. He was... smaller then he expected, but that could easily change. Whatever awkward silence would have passed in the kitchen as neither of them seemed willing to move just yet was dashed by a very small girl coming into the kitchen.
Moa Willow, she seemed so... tiny. None of them seemed particularly large, all being under 6' easily, but she seemed especially tiny. She looked like she barely came up to his naval, and it caused a few images to flicker behind his eyes, images he tried not to remember. Her question snapped him out of his nightmare induced nostalgia, and he offered a shrug, "I had planned on eating all nine of them by myself, but I suppose I could share," he said motioning to the seven finished plates to his left.
Xavier let his eyes run over the three of them again, "Feel free to pick whichever you want, if you want, you can pick the one you want me to eat as well," he offered as he knew standard procedure in... institutions that they had just left was to drug their food. It was the best way he could prove he didn't drug their food, he doubted they knew it, but their physiology was close enough that any drug that would work on them would, more then likely, work on him as well.
"There is extra bacon over there," He said pointing over to his right to a plate with bacon piled on top of the paper towel he had covered the plate with, "If you want some, also there should be some juice and what not in the fridge. Take what you want."
With that done, he had to admit it had shaken his nerves, he went back to cooking to distract himself as dancing foot to foot seeing what they would do was not really something he wanted to go through. Grabbing the small cup he had been using, he cracked two eggs into it and began to mix the egg up inside the little cup before pouring it into the empty pan.