He smiles into the kiss; when she pulls back, Curtis chases her forward for one more quick peck on the lips.

(He's being such a fucking teenager. God.)

"How about pancakes? You tried those yet?"

You can take small bites of pancakes, if you need to. You don't have to make them so messy with syrup that they're a production unto themselves. Syrup'd probably send Dejah into sugar shock anyway.