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Heart took a step closer to the plate of finished pancakes. He was proud of himself for making them despite his lack of sight. And, from what they can tell, there was little to no mess. They took the warm plate of pancakes to the dining table. They returned to the kitchen to grab two more plates. Mind wouldn't be joining for pancakes. He was sure of this. As he set a plate at Soul's usual seat, the side in question descended the steps.
"{Something smells good.}" She commented, sniffing the air. The Moon smiled and set down their own plate. "(Thanks. I made pancakes. By myself, too!)" They said happily, moving to sit in his seat. Soul peaked into the kitchen as she walked past, thoroughly surprised to see the kitchen spotless, save for the dishes in the sink. "{Wow. What made you want to do this?}" He asked, taking his seat. Heart took a pancake from the top of the stack. "(A syrup recipe,)" They said, pushing a syrup bottle refilled with blue syrup closer to the pancakes. "(If I'm right, then it should taste like blueberries.)" Once Soul had gathered her two pancakes, he poured some of the syrup on it.
Heart laid out on the couch, letting one of his wings hang off the side with his arm. Coincidentally, he was listening to a show about how store-bought syrup is made and packaged. Soul sat in the armchair, idly scrolling through some social media. Suddenly, she looked up and focused on Heart. "{You're awfully relaxed. You're not even hiding your wings.}" The Moon shifted to face the Sky. "(Mind isn't coming out of his room for a while. He told me.)" They explained, beginning to trace the stitches on the arm of the couch. Soul made a non-commit hum and returned to their scrolling.
The episode concluded, showing the final product on store shelves. "{Did you do any of that?}" Soul questioned. Heart sat up from his half-asleep laying. "(Do what?)" Soul motioned to the TV, even though it wouldn't reach his companion's eyes. "{Any of the stuff from the show. Since you made the syrup.}" Heart tensed. He already made up their mind to explain the odd process of making the syrup if asked. Though now that they were face to face, they started to regret their decision. Readying to quickly run to his room, the Moon spoke. "(Well, I got Mind to help. First, I cut him, then collected the blood, then added some sugar, and set it to serve!)" Soul gagged. "{Blood?!}"
Taking that as his que to leave, Heart jumped to his feet and ran to his room, slightly opened wings touching the wall. Soul stared at where Heart was. She'd kill the creature when she finished force-vomiting out the pancakes.