He began piling ingredients on the counter - he wasn't about to concoct a gourmet breakfast or anything - he figured omelets would suffice. "At the moment, and for whatever reason, I do exist in this century."

There was silence for a while, save for the clattering of utensils and cupboards and pots and pans as he located what he needed, until he finally piped up, "Is your mother a demigod, or would that be your father?"