Help? [Heracles & Katyusha]

Heracles yawned, stretching his arms over his head as he walked into the kitchen. He paused, looking around, before frowning. He knew that it was slightly selfish of him to hope that someone else had made breakfest, with enough leftover to feed him, but he didn't want to have to cook. As tired as he was, he was bond to burn something and that wasn't the first impression he wanted to make upon most of his housemates.

He sighed, running his fingers through his har before looking through the cabinets. He decided, upon seeing what was there, that he would make pancakes. He could generally make those without burning any, and even if he did burn some most of them would be okay.

He looked over his shoulder as someone came in, and he smiled at them. "Good morning. I was just about to make breakfest." An idea came to him and his smile widened. "Want to help me?"

Katyusha stumbled out of bed, and unsteadily walked down the hallway into the kitchen. Her hair was unpinned, revealing her long blonde locks. As she walked, she shook out her hair, leaving it, pretty and wavy.

She needed her breakfast, because she skipped dinner the night before, on account of her finally seeing Eduard once again. He made her hear flutter with joy.

She usually had a full Ukrainian breakfast of potato and meat. She saw the light on in the kitchen, wondering who could be up this early on the morning.

She saw Heracles there, preparing to make something. She heard him ask if she wanted to help...

"Certainly! Tell me what you need!"

Heracles nodded, looking over his ingredients and thinking. "Well, I'm making pancakes, unless there's something else you want...?" He trailed off, looking over at her. Some people didn't like pancakes, though he could never figure out why that is. Unless they're lactose intolerant in which not liking pancakes is understandable.