"Regular eggs is fine, honest." Mostly because it wasn't necessarily a health thing as much as it had been a 'way too high while watching a documentary about how smart pigs are' thing, followed by the somewhat irrational fear that he was going to start being haunted by them as well, despite the fact that he'd only ever been haunted by the ghosts of people and not animals.

Any music was automatically better than the lectures on things that they weren't likely to ever need, and he smiled, leaving his mug on the counter so he could swing her into an easy waltz-turn on her way back to the stove, not quite in time with the music, but close enough to it. Of course, he also let her go again almost immediately, so as not to leave any pancakes in danger of getting burnt.

"I can help with dishes, once the stampede's over." He said, picking his mug up again to sip carefully at his coffee, as if deciding whether or not it needed more sugar.