Carefully toasting his waffle with heat vision while apparently racing the toaster, Tim doesn't look up as Ilya walks in. He heard him coming. Remaining silent he eventually lowers the golden brown disc and frowns. Seconds later the one in the toaster pops up.

"I knew that I was faster," he mutters. The clone then turns a curious expression on Ilya. "Good morning. I thought that the topping for waffles was maple syrup and a square of butter?"