"Okay, chocolate chips it is." She glanced over at Bobby, lifting her eyebrows at him. "What do you think-- are chocolate chips all right with you?"
She made sure that Sammy was securely on the counter and wasn't going to go crashing off (she didn't trust five-year-olds when it came to that sort of thing) before moving to the cabinets, gathering the pans and ingredients that she would need.
"Tell you what. Why doesn't your uncle make the pancakes? His are better." That way she could go pick up around the rest of the flat and Floo her mother about some supplies, because goodness knew there wasn't going to be anything in this bachelor flat for little kids.