Back at the counter, she huffs out a laugh at his description of himself. Sometimes his ego is as big as a mountain, and sometimes it's not. At least he's settled for something in between at the moment. He can be both if he wants to.

"I think I am supposed to be humble and say you do not have to," she replies, poking at something in a bowl before deciding it's ready and picking up the bowl to take over to the fire. "And yet the idea has appeal and I wish to see what you would do." Christine takes a moment to smile at him before refocusing on the meal and laying down egg soaked bread into the pan beside the vegetables.

"Mm, pain perdu." It's said down to the little beggar who is looking up at her with puppy eyes. "If you are good, you may be given a sneaky piece under the table." To Church, it's just going to look like French toast, because that's pretty much what it is.