Kenya only smiles, knowing that she's thought the same thing herself a number of times. After her early life so poor and without anything, she treasured luxuries like having a meal cooked for her by someone else. "I'll only be a minute," she promises, leaving the coffee pot within reach.

It's closer to ten by the time she has everything together, and the omelette is even mostly in one piece. "I didn't ask you what kind of bread you wanted, but we're down to wheat."