MHA #4, Sunday Morning

[stykera]

Experience dealing with an unusually young Summer had made it relatively uncomplicated for Stark to earn access into her apartment for the morning. Relatively. There had been some negotiations but gifts for the cat had certainly helped his case.

Once inside the apartment he had given Pancakes an apologetic pat (or 12) and some of the good catnip and then turned his attention back to Summer.

"So we're going to eat something that counts as real food," he said, knowing full well how ridiculous that sounded coming from him. "But maybe there could be ice cream later? Or cupcakes. But first real breakfast. Pancakes? I brought bacon, and eggs, and we could have pancakes but not the cat Pancakes or french toast? Or...I don't know. Something else entirely? I don't want you to be hungry. I don't want Pancakes to be hungry either."

Hopefully the catnip would mollify the cat for the day though. Hopefully.

"Do you want to help cook?"

What could possibly go wrong there?


[for the tiny gross ginger girl who lives there, obvs, but it's a free island you can always knock]

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[stykera]

"Would you like help? And...maybe it needs a bit more milk? Sprinkles go at the end once the batter is poured in the pan."

Otherwise the sprinkles would just get melty and sad and nobody wanted that, right?

"Or you could try a whisk?" Whisking was more fun than stirring. And whisk was fun to say.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"You can do the stirring," Summer decided, graciously, magnanimously, as she slid the bowl back over to Stark. "I just wanna add the sprinkles."

[stykera]

"Thank you," Stark said, taking back the bowl and attacking the lumps.

"I'm not good at shapes," he said a little apologetically. "I hope circles are all right? I'll pour some batter in the pan and then you can add sprinkles."

And maybe some glitter. Or chocolate chips.