My dad used to bake like...an absolutely preposterous amount. Like okay, we're talking at least one cake on a regular day and on days like my birthday you don't even want to know how many cakes their were in our house. It was ridiculous and enough to make anybody sick of baked goods for a while, which did actually happen to me eventually. I'm still not overly fond of actually eating the stuff but... there's actually something kind of relaxing about it. [It's kind of like his dad is there with him when he does. Like it's some kind of coping mechanism.]

But they will be special because I am going to use cake batter instead of pancake! You know, so they'd be literal cakes. Because it's kind of silly that they call them pancakes when they aren't actually cake, you know? It's not something I ever really thought about until just now so now I want to try and see what happens if you make them literally.

That's good though, I am glad to hear that you have a friend here! It's always kind of sad when people wind up here alone. I mean, pretty much everyone here is really friendly and it's easy to make friends but... [He trails off. Where was he going with the rest of that sentence? He just doesn't remember.]