Most of the food was ready by that time, the eggs set on plates while the bacon continued to sizzle for a few more minutes yet. It had been quick, easy work, as Nelson had been expecting it would be, so he had also gone around the kitchen and seen what else he could add to the spread. Sugar and milk had been set on the table to add to the coffee, salt, pepper, and tabasco for the eggs. Mostly Nelson just fussed around restlessly, at least until he heard Kristoff's voice behind him again.

"Oh--" He smiled, looking from Kristoff to some of the kitchen appliances. He pointed to the stove. "Do you mean this? I can show you, most of it's fairly simple. I don't know what everything in here does, but you cook on the stove. And you store food that needs to be kept cold in the refrigerator--" He pointed, but stopped there, taking the bacon off to add it to the plates.

"So... you don't have anything like this where you come from?" He wondered if Kristoff was from deep in some arctic wilderness.