Today while making and eating breakfast, all I could imagine were two Rhiannons, sitting at the kitchen table, one wearing a top hat, the other wearing a monocle (but from the waist down were wearing the same thing I'm wearing, orange sweatpant shorts and a navy and white horizontal striped nightie with a big pink anchor on the front) having this conversation:
Monocle: "Why, Rhiannon, this cup of coffee is quite simply superb"
Top Hat: "Why thank you, Rhiannon. It is fine, indeed. And speaking of fine, this scrambled egg sandwich is absolutely divine. What IS the secret ingredient?"
Monocle: "I don't pre-cook the onions. I find it helps with the texture. But really. What is it about this coffee that warms my heart so, Rhiannon?"
Top Hat: "Onions! My word! And...Jack cheese? All the way from Monterey? Why, you gourmet! And think nothing of the coffee, It's simply a Kona/Sumatra blend."
Monocle: "Ah! That would explain it. And yes, I get my Jack Cheese all the way from Monterey. There's this local boutique. Safe... something. Anyway, they ship it for me specially. I find it goes well with their special "Whole Wheat" Bread, don't you? In fact, the sublime coffee you made this fine afternoon really brings out it's undertones of hazelnut, I think."
Top Hat: "My, aren't we the cleverest couple of breakfast makers awake in this apartment at this moment?!"
(and then they both chortle in a distinctly British fashion)