"I can help you." he muttered, giving her a soft smile. "I don't know if you can cook up in the air, but I can hold you with one arm." And to prove that, for a moment, he partly let go off her. She was still very light, even like that. He poked the pancakes with the now free hand, to test if the black mass was really not fit for eating, but after licking the remains of them off his fingers, he made a disgusted face, and immediately wiped his hand into his shirt.<br/><br/>"Yep, not edible. Don't throw them out, you'll poison the birds." he joked.