The delicious aroma of cooking omelettes permeated the kitchen as Weiss looked on. A light sizzling of grease popped in her ears as the breakfast she was preparing finished cooking over the low burn of the stove's flames. Just like Jaune had taught her. It was perfect. Everything was going to be perfect.

Pulling out her scroll, Weiss gasped. 6:55? Where had the time gone? She had to go meet Winter at the air ship terminal!

Donning her signature bolero, Weiss dashed out of the kitchen as quickly as her heels would take her. Producing her scroll again she looked down and saw that it was only two minutes until Winter was scheduled to arrive. If there was anything that her sister was, it was punctual.

Her face was red and her lungs were gasping for air by the time she arrived, but she did so just in time to see Winter's ship land. Taking a final deep breath, Weiss straightened herself out and held her head high as she approached the aircraft.

The tall and noble figure of her sister appeared as the door opened, and she descended the ramp down to Beacon. Weiss curtsied, her head dipping gently before looking back up at the young woman. "Winter," she greeted calmly, in spite of her body's fatigue. "I am honored by your presence."

Her sister responded as she walked, forcing Weiss to turn and walk with her. "Well, Weiss. I made it, despite this kingdom's ineffectual air traffic control system."

Perhaps Winter wasn't in a very good mood. A good and home cooked meal would remedy that. "I hope you're ready for an unforgettable breakfast."

Winter hummed noncommittally as they both made their way to the cafeteria.

After her sister found a seat to her liking, Weiss decided to check up on the omelettes. She stepped through the doors only to be greeted by the smell of smoke. A pair of blackened husks sat burning in the frying pan, neither resembling the golden-yellow omelettes which she had been preparing.

"By the brother gods!" Weiss exclaimed. "My omelettes are ruined!" Fear gripped Weiss' heart. This was the last thing she needed. Judging by Winter's mood, it was the last thing that she needed either.

With panic threatening to overwhelm her, Weiss paced until she neared the window. It was there that she saw a way out of her predicament. There was a Simple Wok stand outside and on campus, ready to feed hungry students at a moment's notice. Hungry guests as well.

Weiss' hand went to her chin. "But what if... I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking?" Her hand moved to cover her mouth, a devious giggle slipping through her lips. "Stupendously Schneaky, Weiss!"

Preparing a glyph which would allow her to propel out the window, Weiss stood ready to enact her plan. That was until she heard the door open behind her.

"Weiss!" Winter shouted suddenly.

The heiress' heart pounded in her chest as she turned around, caught red-handed. "Winter!" she responded in a panic. "I was just... practicing my summoning! Semblematic exercise. Care to join me?"

"Why is there smoke coming from the stove?"

Weiss' eyes turned to look at the ruined omelettes. Though she hated lying to her sister, she did not want to disappoint her either. "That's not smoke," she said hurriedly. "That's steam. From the steamed eggs we're having." She rubbed her stomach. "Mmm! Steamed eggs!"

It was apparently a good enough excuse for Winter, who stepped back outside.

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Weiss breathed a sigh of relief.

Using the glyph, she jumped out of the window and proceeded to the noodle stand. After purchasing two meals to go she returned and placed them in Beacon's own dishware.

With her new plan in action, Weiss stepped through the doors and back into the cafeteria with a pair of bowls on a serving tray. "Winter, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering noodles."

Her sister looked up at her quizzically. "I thought we were having steamed eggs."

"Yes," Weiss lied under the guise of a confirmation. "That's what I call egg noodles."

"You call egg noodles, steamed eggs?"

Weiss nodded nervously. "It's a regional dialect."

A pair of pale blue eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Really? What region?"

"Uh..." she struggled. She hadn't planned for any of this. "Lower Solitas?"

Those piercing eyes remained locked onto her. They sent chills down the girl's spine. "Really? We're both from Atlas, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase 'steamed eggs'."

"Oh no, not Atlas," Weiss countered. "It's a Mantle expression," she stated matter-of-factly.

"I see."

That seemed to have done the trick. Mantle wasn't much more than a backwater compared to Atlas, and Winter would have never visited that city.

The two dug into their meals, and despite the lack of a low sodium option, Weiss had to admit that it was good. Everything was fine now, and she was having a pleasant time with her sister.

That was, until Winter stopped to look down suspiciously at the food. "You know these noodles are quite similar to the ones they serve at A Simple Wok."

Weiss forced out a nervous laugh, as if Winter's accusation was the funniest thing in the world. "Oh no, patented Arc noodles," she explained. "Old family recipe that Jaune taught me."

Winter blinked. "For steamed eggs."

"Yes."

She held up a forkful of noodles. "Yes, and you call them steamed eggs despite the fact that they are obviously boiled."

Weiss was now indeed beginning to panic. "You know the-" Caught in a web of lies, she had nothing else to fall back on. "One thing I sh-" The best thing she could do was try and buy some time. "Excuse me for one second."

"Of course."

Weiss stood from her seat and retreated back into the kitchen. Upon getting there she saw that the entire oven was now ablaze. Well, so much for that plan.

The only thing left to do was to get Winter to leave.

Yawning and stretching her arms, she reemerged from the burning kitchen. "Well, that was wonderful! A good time was had by all, but I must be heading off to class."

Winter looked down at her scroll and nodded. "Yes, I should be-" She stopped short as her arm stretched out to point at the kitchen door. "Good gods, what is happening in there!"

Weiss' eyes widened and said the first thing that came to mind. "Mining fire dust?"

A single syllable slipped through Winter's lips before the rest were silenced. Momentarily at least. "A fire dust mine? Operating at this time of day? In this kind of topography? In the city of Vale? Localized entirely in Beacon's kitchen?"

"...Yes."

The elder Schnee paused, as if considering her options. "May I see it?"

Weiss' eyes darted off to the side before coming back to rest on her sister. "No."

Ushering Winter from the cafeteria, Weiss was about to wish her well when she heard a voice from back inside. "Weiss!" Jaune screamed. "The kitchen is on fire!"

"No, Jaune!" she said as she looked back. "It's just a dust mining operation!"

"Well, Weiss," Winter said. "You are an odd girl, but I must say." A smile slipped on her face. "You steam a good egg."

She turned to walk away, only to be stopped by the girlish screams of Jaune. Looking back, Weiss only gave the girl a thumbs up, and Winter turned back around to return to her air ship.

Author's Note: I love the Steamed Hams meme. So when I was thinking up this story and the idea came to me, I knew I had to include it as an omake.

I hope you liked it. Thanks for reading.