He snorts a laugh and nods. "Vermont in every bite coming right up." It's a good thing he's had three years of uninterrupted practice, the Billy he was back home probably wouldn't have been as good at this, the maple syrup probably would have ended up being Aunt Jemima.

A familiar flash of blue goes off and then there is a feast of pancakes on the counter. Any kind she could ever want and of course pure Vermont maple syrup.