"I'll eat them, anyway..." he mumbled, entwining his arms around her in a tight embrace. He didn't mind her crying... If she needed to get it out, he'd let her cry on him as much as she wanted, even though it was getting his T-shirt wet.<br/><br/>Then, he took great care in picking her up as softly as he could, and pressed her body onto his chest. Like that, holding her like in one of those Disney movies where the prince saves the princess from danger and takes her home, he carried her over to the stove to check if the pancakes were really burned too badly for them to eat them.