"I can be controlled while still doing what I want. Can't you?" She arched a brow at him, smiling a bit, then sent him a slight pout when he indicated where she had to look for her request.
Hopping down smoothly, she walked over to the fridge and opened it up. She pulled it open and studied the contents briefly before pulling out a bottle of vodka along with the whipped cream. Nudging it shut with her foot, she walked over to set the tub on the counter, then held up the bottle. "Glasses?" Pancakes and vodka - why the hell not, right?