Pancakes.It'll be easy she said, hardly any work at all. Make it from scratch she said, don't worry its easy. Add some strawberries to mix it up, make sure they're fresh she said.

Finn drummed his fingers against the countertop staring at the mess he had made, they always made it seem so easy and even when he'd asked Lore she'd assured him it was. But the concoction in front of him was anything but easy, he'd cracked one too many eggs and he was pretty sure one had fallen on the floor and he was currently stepping in it. Good thing he was still barefoot. This is apparently what happens when he tries to do something nice.

He rubbed his hand over his face, cursing at his forgetfulness at the flour that covered them. He was sure he was covered in it. He may have also added too much salt and not enough baking powder. He may have switched those around actually, he wasn't quite sure. He alternated between adding milk to his concoction and taking a drink of it afterwards and eating a strawberry or two when he couldn't figure out what to do with everything else.

How did one 'beat an egg?'

He was supposed to add two teaspoons of butter, or was that tablespoons? The letters always confused him, so he added an entire stick just to be safe.

Did he really need the egg?

Deciding to forget his meager batter for the time being he slid his way over to the pans, pulling one down and shrugging at it. How was he supposed to know which one it was? He pulled the biggest one down and stuck it on top of the stove, content to just stare at the piece of metal as if willing it to do something.

Maybe he should try and beat the egg. But how did you 'lightly' do it? Deciding he should try and figure it out, he used one of the eggs he had previously cracked on the countertop and started to stick his fingers into the gooey mess. Maybe if he just kept pressing on the yolk it'll do what he wants it to do. Did someone really think it was a good idea for him to be around food?

All because he was trying to be a nice brother and make breakfast. Sighing he bent over, resting his chin in his hand as he poked at the egg again. Was it beaten enough now?

Deciding he just couldn't figure it out he trailed raw egg out of the kitchen and towards his brothers room, flipping the batter-covered spoon in his hand like a weapon. If he was awake, then so was Dav. No choices.

He cracked open the door, peering in to make sure that he was still sleeping before pushing it open more. He almost paused in his pursuit and as quiet as a mouse only whispered, "Dav." Too low to be heard, but...if he asks, he did try right? Church gave him pause, the cat was curled around his brother who held onto the cat like it was a lifeline. He shook his head, displacing flour to sprinkle across the floor. Still, that didnt deter him. With an almost apologetic shrug at the cat he let the spoon fly to hit Dav.

Rise and shine, sunshine.