"Okay, we are all sitting and eating this delicious looking… what are these?" Gorund asked toward Peter Reese.
"Pancakes." Peter answered with a shrug as he passed around a container and scooped out some of the contents onto a plate next to the girl's pancakes. "What dwarves don't have pancakes?"
"Yeah, but we call them flapjacks. But these are not pancakes. There is supposed to be flour, bits of sweets, and a side of meat. Maybe a nice acidic drink to go with it. But more importantly it had syrup!" Gorund progressively grew louder as he explained what he meant.
Peter frowned and nodded, "yeah we have those two. But these are a bit different. I decided to make something a bit more difficult to make-"
"Are these spuds?" Gorund really was in a foul mood apparently. Or maybe that was just the usual way he woke up.
