Mal had figured that he and Garret were on pretty even ground, it was only in his head where it wasn't straight. Still, the man could be dealt with later. Right now, Mal was more concerned about the reaction from the little one.
Staying in his crouch, he once again wished he was in a normal form. It was so much easier to communicate with longer ears and tails. Sometimes human words just didn't convey everything. But that would come. He huffed and glanced back at Garret for confirmation of the pancakes. "Blueberry pancakes. And you didn't burn them?" Turning back to Max, a smirk lining his lips, he nodded. "I'm glad you enjoyed them. Smother them with butter and syrup?" Mal was concerned. Max normally rambled on and on, yet here he was not saying much.