The mess of the counter made Xander think pancakes, and they bided their time, watching as Milo scooped a spatula under a pale round circle in the pan and lifted it before they spoke. “Good morning.” “Jesus!” Milo shouted, spatula going haywire in his hand and sending the pancake sailing through the air. It landed on the floor with a splat, and Xander covered their mouth to hide their grin as Milo spun to face them. “You wraith,” he hissed. They stared at the dead pancake with amusement. “Well, that one’s yours,” Milo drawled.
