Charles did a double-take at her dress as he stood up and she skipped away, but he just shook his head and accepted it. Magically cleaning clothes was hardly the weirdest thing he had ever seen.
"You can call me either one," he said genially. To be honest, he didn't mind. The world knew him as Lewis Carroll and he had taken it as his mortal alias. It was a name that had done him well.
"Of course we can have pancakes," he said, grinning at her. "And I just might have a surprise-" He half-danced to the fridge and he opened his mouth wide when he found what he wanted inside. "Boysenberry syrup! It's delicious." He was still worried about what she might have done, but he was going to focus on his friend and how she felt now. She had come to him for help and he was helping.