Uta stared at the pan, a perplexed expression on her face. After a few moments, she turned her attention to you, her child, with a somewhat helpless loo. "I have absolutely no idea how to make pancakes." she admitted with a chuckle. She paused, pondering for a brief moment before her sheepish smile returned. "Maybe I can order pizza instead?" Uta suggested, her tone lighthearted and playful, as she tried to offer a delicious alternative to her culinary conundrum.