Vanny
E-Eh? What the, why was she getting so close all of a sudden. He averted his eyes, but the closer she was the more it was hard not to notice her eyes, her lips. Before his cheeks could grow pink, a finger smacked his forehead, causing an audible Ow as he rubbed it with a pout.
"Wha? What do you- oh, right. Practice huh?" He looked at her skill with earnest admiration, though he didn't show the full extent of it. This magic was remarkable, and the smell was delicious. He poked a string, though not enough to tug at it, and smiled.
So he started humming along, and funnily enough the good mood was spreading to him, not that he'd look as ridiculous making that little dance as her.... actually probably yeah. But while she was cooking her pancakes, his wolfish grin was directed elsewhere.
He tiptoed to the pantry, looked around, and furrowed his brow in disappointment as he searched through the various ingredients.
"Nope, nope, nope, jeez, what the... oh nice, onion." He held it to his eye like he just found a treasure. "Oi, mind if I help out?" He called out to her with a fierce grin.