"He's never said, but he's always struck me as the youngest. It's the tantrums."

...Well, one of his pancakes just ignited into actual flames. He rolls his eyes and puts it out with a wave of his hand.

"We're down one pancake." But you see what he means, right? "I think we can count that as a sacrifice, for the lapse in questions."

So really, you did us a favour.

A wave of nausea hits him, but he just grits his teeth until it passes and flips another pancake.