[Oz heads to his room, mentally kicking himself for not saying it louder.
So the next morning, he decides to make it up to Arthur by rising early and making the one thing he's gotten better at cooking over the years: pancakes. Arthur should arrive to find a small stack of lumpy, oddly-shaped pancakes that have a weird indent at the top. The little stack has wild winter berries atop and alongside it, with a little dollop of whipped cream and a drizzle of honey to finish it off.
Was he trying to make them heart-shaped? Well. He tried. He failed, but he tried.]
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So the next morning, he decides to make it up to Arthur by rising early and making the one thing he's gotten better at cooking over the years: pancakes. Arthur should arrive to find a small stack of lumpy, oddly-shaped pancakes that have a weird indent at the top. The little stack has wild winter berries atop and alongside it, with a little dollop of whipped cream and a drizzle of honey to finish it off.
Was he trying to make them heart-shaped? Well. He tried. He failed, but he tried.]