Kai had gone for a fly that morning, he'd woken up with her and cuddled and screwed with her until they were both exhausted again. He'd gone for a fly when she started cooking. It wasn't long before he landed back down, and walking into the kitchen. "How are the pancakes coming?"

Camery was milling around the kitchen, looking at a rather odd looking stack of pancakes, surrounded by the mess of flour and eggs that littered the kitchen. She huffed out an exhausted breath, although when he wandered on in, she practically lit up. At his question, though, she just huffed and looked over at the stack. "Not... good..." she mumbled, looking down at her clothes that had been completely covered in all sorts of condiments.

Kai smiled gently at her, "Can I taste one?"

Cam wrinkled her nose at the question, then shrugged softly. "If you really want to, I suppose," she mused, grabbing one of them that looked slightly more edible than the others. She sighed softly, holding it up to him on a plate. "You're not allowed to throw up," she warned him with a soft chuckle.

Kai chuckled and took a bite. "mm... good..." he lied with a smile on his face.

Cam watched him expectantly for a moment, though when he answered she just rolled her eyes with a defeated laugh. "Malakai, baby, don't eat it if it's no good," she mused reaching to take the plate from him. "These are gonna make you sick," she hummed softly.

"They're good, you just need a little more time to perfect it," he said gently, forcing himself to swallow and put the plate down. "Y'know we have pancake mix,"

The woman winced slightly as he swallowed, and she rather quickly got to work binning them. Her eyes widened when he said they had mix. "That's a much better idea than trying to kill the both of us," she mused. So, she wasnt a chef. Oh well. There'd be no fancy home cooked dinner dates from her part, she supposed. She looked in a cupboard, and surely enough, right infront of her was pancake mix. She huffed out a breath, reading the instructions over, then rather quickly got to work over a pan. She glanced back at him curiously. "Did you have a nice fly?" She asked softly, flipping one of the pancakes over before plopping it on a plate, then going to make another.

"I did," he smiled, watching her. "It would've been better if I took you," he smiled, sitting on the kitchen island. "When can I teach you how to fly?"

Cam kept on pumping out an unholy amount of pancakes, although looked over at him as he spoke. "Flying?" She asked with a soft chuckle. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged softly, offering him a plate of hopefully much better pancakes. "You can teach me how to fly when we've had all the children we could ever want, and it doesn't matter if I get hurt," she joked, then shook her head, the island was pretty quiet. She supposed now would be a pretty good time to learn. "Why don't we head out tomorrow and you can start trying to teach me?" She asked softly.