[ Buried is exactly the right word. He feels like he knows something, like a switch was flipped, and he should have mastery over what he can do, but it's just... buried. Buried and he can't access it. Does he even want to? ]

This won't be the only time. We'll have more. Maybe we could even make this something regular.

[ But then he looks at her with a question in his eyes. ] What about your work, your schedule? Maybe you won't always be here. [ He realizes then that he doesn't know what her schedule looks like or how busy she'll be.

Before he can think too much about that, she's moving away from him, and he misses her immediately when she does. It doesn't matter that she's only a few paces away from him; he misses the feeling of having her nearby.

But the food will get cold if they don't eat it, so he moves back over to the stove. ]

Here, let me... [ He starts dishing it up, wanting to serve her. Maybe the stack of pancakes he gives her is too many, but he does it anyway, adding to it eggs and bacon as well. ]

Maybe I went a little overboard. [ He shrugs his shoulders, looking at the remaining number of pancakes after he's served her. Maybe he can't even eat all of them, but the best he can do is try, right?

With that thought in mind, he serves himself what's left, and then he turns around to look at her again. ]

Hopefully it all tastes good. I- Well, it's been a long time since I've done this.