Was it because he was old and weird, tiny Summer? Was that why?

"I don't think Pancakes counts me as company," Stark said, shaking his head a little. "I'm here often. I think I'm just an extra person who can feed her sometimes."

"That bowl is good, yes. And you know where the sprinkles are. I've got eggs, we have strawberries. And flour and milk and sugar and...I think we have everything? We should. Are you ready?"

Was Stark ready for the batter carnage that was probably about to ensue?