"Pancakes it is, then," Ward said, honestly a little relieved. He wasn't exactly a culinary expert, by any means, and while he had more practice at it than some specialists did, what with having to catch and cook his own food for five years while out in the woods, but most meals weren't a barbecue, so that occasionally left him struggling to figure out the finer points of cooking not over an open flame. Luckily, pancakes were pretty simple when compared to other things. "Any preference as to what kind?" Ward asked, pulling down the hilariously unopened bag of flour that was jammed all the way at the back of the cabinet. "I imagine if I looked hard enough I could find blueberries or chocolate chips or something along those lines."
Ward laughed softly, dancing around her to get to the fridge with a soft smile, "I think that sounds like a more feasible plan than anything I would have come up with," He said, pulling the milk out of the fridge and pausing to check the date. There was no sense in trusting anything of Stark's to be fresh just by chance. "Bacon sound good? As the side?"