"Is there anything I could help?" Akira asked, observing how she started preparing another batch of pancakes. Maybe cooking wasn't really his cup of tea, but who said he couldn't learn? And so, his head appeared beside hers, right above her shoulder, soon after she took the pan out. He nonchalantly put his hands on her waist. "If you give me something I can't burn, I could do it..." he shrugged.