Well, they took it upon themselves to finish the pancake batter, of course! And grill them, and get their feet into them. I was frightened that they would melt themselves on the stove and managed to get there in time to save the day. In a way.

[ elsa exhales, but her eyes remain wide, covering her cheeks with her hands. ] It was horrible, milk everywhere, flour all over the floor. I fear I may have some batter behind my ear.

[ she laughs and closes her eyes and leans back against the cushioned seats. ]