Gor, as usual, had risen late. With his flair for the dramatic and inability to confront anybody or anything directly, he had melodramatically put off confronting everybody altogether by staring at the wall in his room. In short, he was throwing a temper tantrum. It wasn't exactly the best technique in the world, but it had so far been an effective one.
Still, the moment had come when Gor had to brave the world. His stomach was growling angrily at him to consume something, and pancakes definitely seemed to be on his mind. They worked just as well for lunch as they did for breakfast.
He stopped with a slight frown when a sudden mass of pink bobbed in front of him. If he could back away slowly enough, perhaps she wouldn't see him...