"Half," He agreed readily. He'll accept half. He can't lose so hard to Rhodey that no one would eat his pancakes, after all. That would be just too damning a defeat. Have to put up his cooking hat forever and then Nida would be sad.

It was, yet maybe it was good for them to enjoy a little excess while they could. Before things grew too depressing.

"Me? I'm boring, good old maple syrup. I'll put just about anything on 'em though. Ain't picky, how about you?" Come to think of it he was rather partial to butter pecan when he could get it. Good luck in getting it. Seifer ate quickly, scarfing down meals like he was on a schedule. Which, where he came from, he was. At all times.