"That.. is not how you make pancakes." Lars sighs, looking over Arthur's shoulder. He cracks an egg, adds flour and then pours in a splash of milk, all in a pan and wonders why it doesn't work.
"Well excuse me for trying!" He sneered, raising the spatula in his hand as a threat "I know I pretty much raised Matthew, but that doesn't mean I can make perfect pancakes. In fact, I don't even know how he ended up being able to cook them so well!"
"Did you even read the instructions?" Lars sighs once again, picking up the box as the mess of milk, pancake mix and eggs burns in the pan.