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"Morning, Mamá," Luz greeted her mother with a small yawn and smile, stretching her arms as she stepped into the kitchen.
Camila, after adding some flour into a small bowl and setting it down on the counter, turned to look at her daughter with a smile.
"Good morning, mija," she said, making sure she had all the essential ingredients for the breakfast she was about to prepare.
Luz was filled with joy upon seeing flour, baking powder, sugar, salt, milk, butter, and an egg on the counter as she approached her mother.
She released a small, joyful squeal, her fists clenching in excitement.
She knew exactly what her mother was making for breakfast.
One of mankind's greatest edible inventions.
"Pancakes! Can I help you make them, Mom?" Luz asked with bright eyes, giving her mother the most adorable pleading look.
A small chuckle came from Camila as she nodded.
"Of course you can."
She was happy to see her daughter in a better mood.
Since arriving at her doorstep on that somber rainy night with her friends and a small human boy with brown hair named Philip Wittebane, she noticed that she hadn't been herself lately.
However, Luz was getting better the more she realized that focusing on her sadness wouldn't get her friends back to the Boiling Isles.
She's had to balance creating a new portal door with her friends, spending time with them and her mother, completing schoolwork and homework, attending therapy sessions, and developing a close bond with Philip, which has been a lot for her.
However, with the help of Gus, Luz was able to follow a schedule that helped her find time for everything, and Camila couldn't be more proud of her daughter.
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The pair soon got to work on breakfast.
Both added flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt together in a large mixing bowl.
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After Camila created a well in the middle of the bowl, she instructed Amity to add milk, melted butter, and an egg.
Camila then assisted Amity in stirring the wet and dry ingredients together with a whisk.
"It's crucial to maintain the lumps. They make the cakes fluffier," she informed Amity with a smile.
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Hunter and Gus started heating the cast iron skillet.
They coated it lightly with oil while Willow and Vee washed strawberries and blueberries and moved them to small glass bowls.
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"This is my favorite part," Philip whispered to Camila with a gleeful smile on his face as he stood in front of her, facing the pancake on the skillet that was starting to become round.
He and Camila held a spatula.
"Ready?" Camila gently whispered as she looked down at him with a motherly smile.
Philip gave her a nod.
Sliding their shared spatula under the pancake, they gently rotated it on the other side.
"It's golden!" Philip gasped, his blue eyes lighting up at the golden-brown state of the pancake.
Camila nodded her head.
"It is," she said, allowing the other side to cook before sliding the cake onto a plate.
"Mijo, your pancake flipping was excellent. Let's flip some more!"
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Philip pushed a forkful of pancakes into his mouth as he sat at the dining room table with Luz and her friends, who were also enjoying their stack of pancakes as well.
"Mmm, they're so soft!" he hummed in delight while chewing before swallowing.
"These are the bestest, most fluffiest pancakes I've ever tasted!"
Philip turned to look at Camila, who was filling her morning cup with coffee.
"Thank you so much for making them, Mrs. Camila!" the brunette beamed as the mother approached him with her cup.
She then pulled out the empty chair beside Philip's left and took a seat next to him.
"Aww, you're welcome, baby. But remember, you helped make them as well, so thank you. Thank you, everyone," Camila expressed her gratitude to Philip and the Hexsquad with a warm smile as they smiled back at her.
"You're welcome," they all said in unison.
"Mrs. Camila, may we make more pancakes tomorrow morning, too?" an overexcited Philip inquired as he continued to eat more of his breakfast.
Camila chuckled and ruffled his hair with her free hand.
"Of course we can, mijo."