Abigail was quite frustrated and disappointed. She wanted to show off her cooking abilities, but felt like she couldn't. Pancakes with jam? That seemed to be like child's play, but that was what Akira had wanted. She wasn't going to argue with him over it since it was his visit. She'd just have to fix her fancy dinner idea another time. She walked into the laundry room, and took his clothes out of the dryer. When she walked back into the kitchen, she tossed them in Akira's direction.<br/><br/>"Well, they're dry," she replied simply, "Let me get to work on these pancakes then." with that being said, she began gathering the ingredients she would need to cook with. She had imagined this visit going a lot better in  her head. She just wanted to sweep him off his feet, and she had a nagging feeling that she wasn't doing that. She had exchanged her happy expression for one of apathy. With that being said, she had begun to mix up the ingredients for the pancake batter.