He grins at that. "I agree. They totally missed out. Maybe I'll do something with that. When I'm not courting the metal scene." He flips those pancakes like an old pro, using a flick of the wrist instead of a spatula.

He grins at the way she shoves the food in her mouth. She eats like him. He hopes that it tastes good to her. He does try hard to make food good but he's so much better with Italian foods.

"We can do it together if you're shy. But far as I can tell, it's me." He points to himself. "You." He turns to point at her. "And the pancakes." He plops another huge pile of them down. "Don't let the pancakes intimidate you. If they get judgemental, just eat them and they'll shut up."