"No, it's fine." Abigail replied simply as she continued mixing the batter, still expressing apathy. Once the batter was mixed, she had a frying pan at a medium-high heat. She began spooning out the batter into the pan, creating circular shapes while the batter was cooking. While the first set of pancakes were frying, she went to the refrigerator and grabbed a jar of grape jam. She set it on the counter before walking back to the stove.<br/><br/>"Just so you know, I spent weeks preparing to make you this amazing dinner, and yet you decide on pancakes. I also have been working my ass off these past few weeks so this trip would be a memorable one, and that you'd fall in love with me more. Yet somehow, that hasn't happened at all... and honestly, I'm beyond frustrated." she had let some of her frustrations out. She didn't intend to start a war or a fight, but it did hurt her when it seemed like nothing she did mattered. She had wanted to have this amazing time where they both could just be with each other and fall in love deeper.... well, if he was in love with her. She was only speaking for herself at this point.