"I was just going to give you your own plate," says Yvette, in a deadpan. "And how you interact with the food on that plate is your business."

"You're so thoughtful!"

That but actually.

"I also figured you're going to ask me to put all of the flavors into one monstrosity of a pancake at the end, instead of sensibly divided like I've been doing. Which I will do, but for the record it'll taste awful. I guess not necessarily to your antennae, but to humans it'd be awful."

"Adding brown synthfruit makes everything better, I don't know what you're talking about."

"I like it too, but not in a multiflavor monstrosity. And generally not in breakfast, it feels too much like dessert for me."

"That's weird, but you do you."

He's not gonna cry he's not gonna cry he's not—

—he looks at the door, suddenly.

"I think Nai is on his way here."

"Yeaaaaaah, I invited him because it occurred to me that nobody would have introduced him to pancakes either, but will leave his plate outside for him so we all can continue avoiding feelings and conversations. Sorry. I guess I should have asked, but it seemed more efficient this way."

"Both twins, man."

Morgan is so irritated by the romantic tension and social maneuvering to pancake ratio.

"Uh huh. Hey, scootch over, I'm getting another pan and just going to make my own, you're going to take too long if you're running a pancake charity."

Yvette snorts, and scootches.

"Have you made them before?"

"Nope! But how hard can it be?"

"..... I'll make even more batter," sighs Yvette, longsuffering.

"Oh can we help can we help can we help?"

"With making batter or with making pancakes? Either way, sure, but the logistics change, depending."

Here's a second body to obviate that question.

"... Assistance with batter now, and then after the scientific pancake flavors are complete, I will let you at the synthfruit and batter, and you can experiment, how about. There's only so much room at this stove and it'll already be cramped with two."

"Aw mannnn," says one body that then dissolves into bugs.

"I know, the constraints of the physical world vex me, too," agrees Yvette. "We do what we can to cope. You'll get to experiment with everything as you like, though."

Pancakes are made. The systematic flavors (including a control pancake without synthfruit, because she is a proper scientist, thank you) are cut into thirds and put onto three separate plates for the inexperienced pancake goers to try.

Morgan does in fact burn several pancakes, but is fine with the results and will depart with all twelve of her brown-flavored edible prizes. Before anyone has any feelings or implicating banter or whatever again.

So Zazi is entirely free to play with making pancakes of whatever flavors they like, and Yvette will take Nai's plate out to him.