He entered their kitchen only to be met with the most bizarre thing he had ever seen in their home.

Stacks upon stacks of pancakes, some as many as ten high! They were fluffy and dripping with butter, syrup drizzled lightly over and spilling down the sides to pool on the plates. It was like something out of a cartoon. Shuichi glanced around to try and count the number of plates, but Yuki interrupted by moving him to sit down at the table.

"H-how many are there?" Shuichi asked, grateful that the chair had no arms as he was feeling his rear leaning a bit over the edge of the seat.

"Dunno, didn't bother to count. I just made as many as the box was able to." Yuki motioned to a huge box of pancake mix, empty and stuck awkwardly into the top of the garbage can. "Eat up before they get cold."

Shuichi watched as Yuki slid a plate with a towering stack toward him, and glanced at the fork and knife set in front of him already.