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When they're ready on one side she throws them up into the air where they flip over rather then sticking to the ceiling, and land back on the iron grittle she's set up on the stove. (Okay, one of them sticks to the ceiling. She leaves it there incase the birds come back. Nobody will notice right?)
When they're done on both sides, she flips them over her shoulder and they fly across the room, landing where a large wooden platter sits on the table.
She's making a crapload of pancakes.
There's sirrup with a lable in sweedish, and under a stray pancake you'll find a jar of Scottish Marmalade. There's also butter that looks like it's from the Emporium (and not imported to fandom in Pippi's luggage thank goodness.)
There's an old coffee pot also on the counter with a strainer and a sign warning that she makes her coffee the old fashioned way like a proper Pirate should, so use the strainer between the pot and your cup when you poor... It all smells quite good.
[[ooc: open to anybody, have some Pancakes! I have stuff to do this morning, but I shouldn't take very long in getting back to you.]]