[Alucard doesn't have to turn around to know what's going on. He has witnessed the War of the Elbows many times (he has defended his own honor in quite a few), and there's a regular pattern to it all.

He has the eggs in the pan and is working on them by the time the war's over. While he works, he begins to explain.]

Well, I wasn't very well going to talk over you two while you were doing that, now was I?

[The eggs are done. He takes them off the stove, the rest of the cooking done by the pan's remaining heat, and then he goes for the bread box. Good, crusty rye for toast. A bread knife lives in that box, so he takes that out too.]

I had an actual, lucid conversation with my mother. Not just a replay of memories.