"Not right now, but you can help with the meals tomorrow," Abigail replied with a smile, "You can also help by eating all these pancakes too."<br/><br/>She chuckled as she finished the first few pancakes. They were buttermilk pancakes with chocolate running through it, guaranteeing a sweet satisfaction with each bite. She put them on a large, average colored plate. Then, she began cooking another batch of pancakes. The jam had gotten to room temperature and was placed at the counter for easy access. While she didn't like jam all the time, she had sporadic moods where she'd want to have it. She did, however, love pancakes.