Hellboy wasn't the best cook in the world, and although in Paradisa he'd had to quickly learn to improve in that skillset in order to not starve (because who thought wishing up food was a good idea?), pancakes remained his specialty. He couldn't make them super fancy or anything, but chocolate chip? Blueberry? No big deal.

At the stove, he glanced over his shoulder at her with a small smile -- which, on Hellboy's face, was nearly imperceptible. A slight turning up of the corners of his mouth.

"Kind of forced into it here," he said, the implication being that he avoids wishing for pretty much everything. "Pancakes, though -- I've always been good at that."