The Cloak had absolutely heard what Daphne said and floated up above Stephen, doing a somersault in the air. Strange glared up at the fabric, causing it to drift back down to his shoulders. Seriously, he was going to have to have a talk with that cape later.
"Bacon and pancakes it is," he spoke, pouring Daphne some coffee and sliding it her way. He'd leave some sugar and cream near her as well, just in case.
Just because he wasn't magicking the pancakes into existence didn't mean he wouldn't use his abilities to collet what he needed to make them. He gestured with his hand and suddenly, the refrigerator opened. Eggs, milk, and a packet of bacon floated out, hovering over towards Stephen as he looked around for the measuring cup.
"John sort of deals with the sort of magic that I'm discouraged from using." It wasn't that he couldn't. It was more that he shouldn't. "Dealing with demons and spells that require a sacrifice or some sort of hefty payment for using them. I don't want to use the word evil. It's kind of an arbitrary word. But evil magic, I guess. Not that everything John does is considered part of the dark arts. He just specializes in it. I'm more.. normal magic, I suppose?"
Once the eggs and milk had made it safely onto the counter, Stephen would do the same with the flour, causing it to float down from the cabinet. "But yes, I had to learn. I certainly wasn't born with powers." He paused, actually taking the time to fish around for hazelnut syrup. "Why? Are you magically inclined, Daphne?"