Yako hummed lightly, as she finished up the last of the pancakes, heaping them on to the platter she had dug up from the depths of the cabinets. They were a good, golden brown, and steamed as the butter on them melted and sunk in.
"Alright," she called, bumping open the door dividing them with her hip as she balanced their breakfast. "The pancakes are done!" She heaved the platter on to the table gently, making sure that none of the veritable mountain slipped on to the tablecloth. Doubling back, she grabbed the plates, a pig's weight in bacon, and silverware, as well as a pitcher of syrup.
Yako rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "The French Toast is going to take a little bit more time...but we can get started now!"