The narrative knew, at least. So did Stark, let's be real. He had never pretended to not be weird.
"Good idea," he said approvingly. "The chair." He was eyeing the contents of the bowl warily though. Some of those things should not go in pancakes.
"Now. We need to make sure we have everything ready. For the recipe. I have one on my phone, so we can check. So we'll set it all out."
He was doing so as he spoke, lining things up on the counter. "And then we can measure and we can mix and we can cook."
Everything that had been in the bowl, including the sprinkles, was set to the side. He hesitated at the edible glitter, then shrugged. It wouldn't hurt anything. Some of the other containers might need to vanish mysteriously during the cooking process though.
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"Good idea," he said approvingly. "The chair." He was eyeing the contents of the bowl warily though. Some of those things should not go in pancakes.
"Now. We need to make sure we have everything ready. For the recipe. I have one on my phone, so we can check. So we'll set it all out."
He was doing so as he spoke, lining things up on the counter. "And then we can measure and we can mix and we can cook."
Everything that had been in the bowl, including the sprinkles, was set to the side. He hesitated at the edible glitter, then shrugged. It wouldn't hurt anything. Some of the other containers might need to vanish mysteriously during the cooking process though.