Miranda: 

He takes a brief moment to thank whatever God has made them both that he has provided such infinite means of satisfying their urges, then recalls that such a prayer is probably sacrilegious at the very least, which reminds him of something he had meant to tell James – something he had thought on, in the interminable years without him, that his lover and Miranda would have – appreciated –

Frustrated:

Frustrated doesn’t appear but frustration does, so here you have it!

His lover’s skin gleams with sweat- his chest is heaving, his eyes are screwed shut, and then they flutter open, and he looks up at Thomas, frustration flickering over his face.

Sausages does not make an appearance, but oddly enough another breakfast food that’s related does, so I’m stretching the definition a bit:

“I don’t know about you,” James says, leaning closer and speaking quietly, “but I intend to go and see if the cook can’t be prevailed upon to liberate a few eggs and slice some ham since they saw fit to butcher three pigs not long ago. I’d imagine they’ll need the room in their stores. Care to join me?”