Birds chirped in the small backyard of Jonathan's house. The aroma of toasted bread and scrambled eggs filled the air, mingling with sunlight that danced through the window curtains.
Hazel sat on a tall wooden stool, wearing an apron decorated with cats. Her hands were covered in pancake batter, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Aunt Blair! This is so fun! Look, it's shaped like a star!" she exclaimed, pointing to a small pancake she had just formed herself.
Blair laughed softly. "Amazing, Hazel. Maybe you could open a café someday."
Jonathan stood near the stove, flipping pancakes with one hand while holding a coffee cup with the other. He glanced toward them and smiled.
"I think the café should be called 'Hazel & Friends,'" he said with a grin. "Specialty menu: star-shaped pan
