He arched a brow at Tim, before reaching for the coffee, he totally had remembered to make and doctor up, taking a drink he listened to Tim. "Chicken soup is a good way to start, I know how to make Alfred's chicken soup, he made me learn when he realized I wouldn't call him whenever I get sick." He shrugged some. "But, yeah same idea, mom's are where that starts."

He wasn't sure if this Tim had the same life as his Tim, but he's sure their dead. Tragedy always gets the birds.

The coffee was set aside as he lifted started to stir the eggs to scrabble them. "I learned to cook from my mom, kind of. I watched her and learned what i could, I had to. She spent so much time checked out that someone had to keep us fed. Willis always expected food when he got home and well... Mom was in no shape." He defended her still, even years later. He didn't want to just use her name. Catherine didn't get downgraded just because she wasn't his birth mother. He had always loved her, always would.