"Chocolate chip, huh? Doesn't sound like a bad idea all around..." Babs took a sip of the orange juice before setting it aside. She glanced up at the flour on the cabinet shelf. She pushed herself up using the counter edge and stayed up with one arm firmly locked as the other grabbed what she needed and set the items down on the counter top.

When she was done, she set herself back down in her chair. Who knew pancakes were such a workout? She grabbed a bowl and started to mix ingredients together. "How many cats come by, Damian?" It was an effort of some sort to reach out to the boy. She didn't understand him well and didn't know how to start understanding him, but every once in awhile she forced herself to try.