Still riding the high of his excellent date with Charlie yesterday, Graham was in a fantastic mood that morning, one that absolutely called for whipping up some choco-chip pancakes before he set out to go spend some time with Triumph around the island. So he was whistling merrily as he headed down the hall to the common room, grinning broadly to see some people already there.

"Good morning!" he sang out brightly, with a wave of his hand and a flourish of his cape before drifting toward the kitchenette. "Don't suppose you'd be interested in some delicious choco-chip pancakes, would you?"

Graham just looked over his shoulder at her with another smile. "Choco-chip pancakes!" he repeated happily. "Oh, you're going to love them, they're the best! Definitely my favorite, anyway, and they're always best when shared.

"I'm Graham, by the way," he added, since he realized that he didn't think he knew this girl yet. "Graham Cra--"

It was, of course, at that moment, that his efforts to pull a pan for the pancakes inspired not just the pan, but just about every other pan in the cupboard to come cascading out of the cupboard in in a loud clatter of metal, effectively drowning out the last of what he'd said and causing him to wince at the noise.

"Heh, sorry about that," he chuckled a little sheepishly, kneeling down to start putting those pots and pans back. "Guess I should have been more careful about how they were stacked!"

"Pretty much, yeah," said Graham, his smile just a little tempered by his embarrassment, but in a way that made it clear that it would take nearly crippling levels of embarrassment to bring this cheery mood down even a notch. "But back home, we call them choco-chips. And putting them into pancakes is one of my specialties!"

There was a moment of preening, before he chuckled a little and admitted, "Okay, pretty much my only specialty, but don't let that fool you! They're really good!"