"Well, the Dark Lord is still to be woken. I'll wake him, if need be." He sniffed. "Is something burning?" He turned around. Smoke was forming clouds on the ceiling, his eggs on fire. "My breakfast!" he yelled, jumping at them. He tried to grab the pan, but it was way too hot to be touched. He scrambled around, then grabbed a Lysol spray from under the counter. He sprayed it, but the flames (obviously) just went flying! The picture of Miles when he first learned how to play the guitar caught on flames, spreading. He went to the sink, then grabbed the spray nozzle, using it to spray down the fire. Too late though. The fire wasn't going out, and the fire alarm went off. He dropped the nozzle, then looked for the Fire Exstinquisher (which he should have used in the first place, being right next to the Lysol) and sprayed down the whole stove.
"What in the world are you guys doing down there?!" came Jack's voice from up stairs. He had stayed up late with Miles, and wasn't used to not getting 10 hours of sleep, which is why he goes to be so early.
"You know. The usual. Burning eggs." Miles said, fanning out the kitchen and opening a window to let the smoke out. "What kept you asleep?"