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"I will be just fine," she said, matter-of-factly.
"What!? I am a pancake god!"
"Fine."
"Yes, I'll probably have to."
She quieted for a moment, saying nothing but relaxing slightly. "I have a map!"
He relaxed. "I love you too."
"No you're not."
"Yeah, getting close."
She blinked. "Why not?"
He grinned. "It's perfect now."
"Hmph."
"I'm going out. With a map. And then coming back."
He pursed his lips before putting some on top of the pancakes.
"I suppose you would be, if you were right."
She stood up. "I accept this challenge."
"Oh, those ones. I thought you meant the butter and stuff. We can put some in now, and then some on top once It's done."
He crossed his arms silently.
She laughed, leaning into him.
She raised her eyebrows at him. "You'd let me?'
"Which extra stuff?"
