She glanced over at him thoughtfully, spinning her pointer finger at the pancake mix, commanding it to mix on its own. "What are you thinking about?"
He tapped his chin. "Yes, but what if you were a pancake? What kind of flavor would you be?" He frowned, obviously giving this some thought as he rambled. "How would the anatomy work? Would it all just be pancakes or would it be other breakfast stuff too?"
His frowned deepened. "Well either way it would be creepy. I mean, could you picture eggs for eyes and bacon smile? It's just unsettling." He paused, looking over at her with a slight flush. "Sorry."
She looked over at him, her sweet and warm smile that seemed only reserved for him crossing her lips. "Don't worry."