"Jack would have put bacon in them," Cecilia said, knowingly. "And I love you, Owen, but I am not ready for that. Baby steps." She smirked faintly at the idea.
She knew perfectly well that Owen was joking, but the question still made her squirm a little in her seat. "There you go again, putting it on me," she said, briefly scrunch in her nose up. It was a joke, and somehow she still felt like she needed to give a serious answer. She took one of the pancakes off her plate and tore it into smaller pieces, tossing one to Neptune before she dipped another in syrup and popped it into her mouth. "I told him that we were trying," she clarified. "and got into no further details than that we were acknowledging and acting on how we felt about each other. And if you want a better label than that, you're going to have to start magically having an opinion." She smirked and tossed a bit of pancake at him for good measure.