Crow got home to a sleeping Airi on the couch. He couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful she looked laying there. He looked at the kitchen. Might as well make dinner to cheer up everyone. He looked at White. “Hey, how do you feel about pancakes?” he asked. White laughed a little, “pancakes? At this time?” He laughed more. Crow nodded and headed to the kitchen. He pulled out a bowl, a cup, a spatula, the gallon of milk, the box of pancake mix, and a griddle pan. He put the griddle on the stove and put the stove at five. He poured pancake mix in the bowl and filled the cup with water, pouring it bit by bit and mixing it with the powder. He poured a tiny bit of milk in the mix and stirred. When the batter was ready, he poured bit by bit onto the griddle, waiting for it to turn solid and

