A/N: I only realized a few hours before Tuesday that I had not posted. Here I was thinking I was prepared. Cough.

Disclaimer: Nothing bunny about me.


Riku held the plate nervously. "Are you sure you can do it, Risa? We've already lost enough to the floor."

"You said you weren't going to eat them anyway," Risa sniffed, gripping the handle of the skillet with her oven mitts. "Anyway, I've figured out my mistake. I didn't throw them high or hard enough before. I'm going to do it now."

Turning her back on her unconvinced sister, she grit her teeth and glared at the pancake. This time it would make it to the plate.

"What are you doing?" Hiwatari-kun's voice came just as she sent the pancake flying. With a squeak, she dropped the pan back to the stove top and spun around, searching for the missile. Some part of her knew that it would end up on his face instead of the plate.

Regardless of her intuition, she saw only Riku gaping and Hiwatari-kun, bag over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow spectacularly close to his hairline.

"Wh-where'd it go?" she faltered, searching the floor for the missing pancake.

"Look up, Risa," Riku said, setting down the plate to shakily put her hand over her mouth.

Wide-eyed, Risa lifted her eyes from the floor to stare in disbelief at the pancake stuck on the ceiling. Snorts of laughter at last burst free from behind Riku's hand, making the younger twin's cheeks smart with embarrassment. After a moment, Risa lowered her gaze to pin a glare on her friend.

"You distracted me, Hiwatari-kun!" she snapped, yanking the oven mitts from her hands. "I would have made it that time!"

Unimpressed by her accusation, Hiwatari-kun walked over to stand beneath the new decoration on the Haradas's kitchen ceiling. "How did you manage to get it to stick...?"

Before Risa could spit out an answer, the pancake started to release its hold on the ceiling. She shot her hands up instinctively to catch the falling food, but his greater reach enabled him to catch it instead—as well as answer his own question. Hot batter remained inside the pancake and it splattered and broke as he caught it, landing half in his palm and half on his face.

Riku's laughter rose to a squealing shriek as Hiwatari-kun yanked his glasses from his face, nearly running to the sink to wash his burning face. Risa saved the glasses from falling to the floor with the remains of her failed pancake, then watched anxiously as he doused his face with cold water.

"Hiwatari-kun, are you all right?" she asked, grabbing a dish towel to scrub his spattered glasses. "Should I get ice?"

"No, thank you," he said, turning off the water.

His face, reddened from the burn, resumed its normal calmness as he dried it off with the hand towel. Reflectively, he glanced at the spot on the ceiling. "I sometimes grow too careless. I forget what a hazard it is to be friends with you."