His sister, huh? Shadow knows what it's like to not want to dwell on the past, so he doesn't push.

Still. He'll remember that.

"I don't think you'll get any complaints. I've seen more people burn their food than make something edible."

Shadow takes a bite of his pancake. Despite his words, his expression immediately cycles from neutral to puzzled to faintly distressed. He has just discovered that the candies in the pancake are not M&Ms.