Victoire knew enough about cooking to know that pancakes involved flipping and timing and mixing, and that she would probably manage to mess them up. But then she figured if she got pathetic enough about it, Teddy would take over so it seemed like a pretty good idea. She nodded and took a step back to open up the cupboards and stare into them, not sure if they had everything. "What do we need? I'm worried if we have to go to the store first your stomach might start eating itself," she teased, wrinkling her nose at him.