Madam Secretary Prompt: Elizabeth tries to get Henry to teach her to make his famous pancakes, but gets frustrated by the fact that he doesn't actually measure anything, and that even though he throws wildly different amounts into the bowl, the finished product is identical every single time.
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"It makes no sense, none at all"
"You have to just feel the batter babe. Feel the consistency under the spoon" Henry moved to stand behind Elizabeth, placing his hands on her shoulders, peering over at the bowl. "What can you feel in there? What's it telling you?"
Elizabeth halfheartly stirred the mixture trying to 'feel' "I don't know... I'm stirring a mixture and I'm feeling pretty frustrated right now" Her eyes never left the pale coloured cream slop that was in front of her, willing answers to leap out and tell her what it needed. "This is stupid Henry. I need numbers, I need measurements"
"OK, try it this way, use your intuition. You've got loads of that" He felt her body tense under his palms, so moved them down her arms, trying to calm her. It didn't work as she shook him off pretty rapidly.
She could of killed him in that moment. She almost considered throwing the mixture at him, yet she took a deep breath before gritting out "I have plenty of intuition, thank you. But, I swear to god Henry this is not for me. Please, just give me the recipe"
"But babe, you.." he began
"Recipe now, Henry McCord!"
"There is no recipe... Its just in my head"
He just about managed to duck as a spoonful of mixture flew over his head.