The kitchen was still in decent shape when lingered in the doorway, proving there was hope for Jackson yet. He was in the middle of measuring everything and making sure everything was precise. Everything was going well until he had to pour the pancakes into the skillet. Instead of three medium sized pancakes, he ended up with gigantic one. "Oh," he mumbled with worry. He felt eyes on him and peaked over his shoulder to see Raina. "Morning, love. How did you sleep?"