A Bit of Me

EP26 Pt1 Double Trouble (Day 20) Tues June 25

SUMMARY: Everyone is enjoying their eggs for breakfast. What could possibly scramble this up?

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Narrator, Iain Stirling (Voice-Over):

Previously on Love Island...

Things got heated in the Villa...

Ibrahim: The fruit's always a bit bruised...

Ibrahim: And it's because someone's been aggressively fingering it!

But luckily there was a man in a cape to save the day...

Bobby: Order! Order in my court!

Lottie: That's my cape, Bobby!

It's a new day and with their most difficult problems solved,

our Islanders are in an egg-cellant mood.

Kitchen

The golden Mallorca sun spilled through the Villa's open outdoor kitchen, casting warm light over the islanders gathered around the table and island.

Ibrahim stood by the cooker. "It's got to be poached egg!" Ibrahim declared, voice full of certainty. "They're classy. Eggs Benedict to start the day, that's luxury."

Bobby, next to him behind the cooker, gave a surprised scoff, shaking his head. "What are you talking about, pal? It's just a pretentious dippy egg covered in fancy mayo."

Ibrahim grinned broadly. "It's delicious, is what it is."

"Think about it, dippy egg is best." Bobby shook his head, but the smile tugged at his lips. "You get to cut up your toast into wee soldiers and then play dippy soldiers who sacrifice themselves to the almighty yolk." Lottie and Hope stare at Bobby. "What? It's fun." He defended, looking from one to the other.

Hope teased softly, "Aww, you and your wee dippy soldiers." And Lottie chimed in, "You are adorable, Bobby." Hope and Lottie sandwiched Bobby in a cuddle, and his cheeks flushed.

"Hope, will you make me a dippy egg? Pleeease," he pleaded with puppy-dog eyes.

"Awww, who could say no to that face?" She squeezes Bobby's cheek and he blushes.

After taking a sip of coffee, Marisol admitted happily, "I like my eggs in an omelette. They're giant, and you can load them up with cheese, peppers, mushrooms..."

Lottie glanced at her partner, Noah. "I am starving! Noah, what are we having for breakfast?"

Chelsea, sitting beside Grace at the island bar, offered her simple favorite. "I know it sounds boring, but a sliced boiled egg on toast."

"Ooh, with a decent cuppa." Gary nodded enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together. "Put the kettle on, Chels."

"Yes! Today is off to an awesome start." Bobby's face lit up, excitement bubbling. "What about you, Grace? How do you like your eggs?"

"Ooh, tough choice. I like my eggs..." Grace paused, considering, before replying with a happy smile. "Fried. Nothing like a cheeky fried egg. You can still dip a soldier in it too."

Bobby nodded approvingly. "I'll allow it."

Gary's eyes gleamed with interest. "That's your fave, is it?"

Grace's grin broadened. "Yep, any day of the week."

"What the lady wants, she gets." A slow, flirty smile spread across his face. "I'm pretty sure I could rustle that up for you."