You awaken to the sounds of the smoke detector buzzing off in the kitchen, along with Fizzarolli cursing and knocking pots and pans over. You are quick to rush over into the room, bursting a window open to help seep the smoke out as Fizzarolli fanned an oven mit under the smoke alarm, trying to get it to shut up.

Once everything had cleared up and the alarm silenced, you saw an absolute mess. Eggs were cracked on the floor, along with some dirty pans and broken cups, and the counters were covered in flour and failed attempts at pancakes.

Fizzarolli laughs nervously as you give him a glare. He held out a pan with the burnt remains of bacon strips, giving you his charming smile, knowing you couldn't be mad at him when he used that trick, "Morning, baby!! I made breakfast! Kinda...its a little, heh...overcooked".