Brinner

"Do you want breakfast?" - asks Meg.
"Sure," I say.
"You make toast," Meg says and cracks an egg on the edge of a pan.
As we get busy with toast and eggs and ham and cheese, daylight fades in the kitchen window. See, our "breakfast" is happening at dinner time. We just came back from work and felt like having a time-shifted western breakfast. While stuffing our mouths with ham and eggs, I contemplate what to call this unusual meal. If it had been between breakfast and lunch, it would be "brunch" of course. Following the same logic, we should call it a "brinner".