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[shambling in to see if there's any coffee, not entirely awake yet]

[Sean flips the pancake a little too high. It's stuck on the ceiling now. Alex should watch out in case if he's under that pancake when it falls.]

[Bleary blinking, leaning against the counter, miraculously he can actaully get coffee going without making a mess, even mostly asleep] You're up early.

Yep. [He says eagerly as he flips another pancake one last time and 'catches' it with a plate.] Want one? [He offers the plate over to Alex. Sure, it looks and smells delicious, but Alex knows the side effects of eating whatever Sean cooks up.]

What is it?
[It was a pancake, he knew that much, even without coffee in his system, but he knew better than to just eat anything Sean had come up with.]

A chocolate pot pancake. It looks like you need it. [That is debatable.]

[Pancake, you are being blinked at suspiciously]

That's possible?

Hell yeah! I made it possible. C'mon, dude! Eat the pancake. It's calling you.

Food better not be talking to me.

I meant that figuratively, but it won't... hopefully. [A snicker.]

[Moar suspicious eying! ... that would really be more threatening if Alex didn't still look half-asleep] Test 'em on someone else first. I'll watch.

Fine.

[Give him a second or two. He's thinking of who to give that pancake to, first.]

I'll give this one to Hank.

[Aaaand a smile]

Good plan.