"They're burning again," Jack chirps because Lucifer can smell the smoke but can't get his brain to register it as abnormal, which makes cooking a nightmare only slightly assuaged by the fact that Jack doesn't mind being a fire alarm. Lucifer's been trying to make pancakes for an hour and a half (because that's fatherly, isn't it?) and after two failed batches (damn the difference between table and tea spoon) and far too many burnt disasters, he's about ready to give up and eat cereal out of a box.

Jack picks up a pancake off the plate Lucifer's been putting his failure, one still hot enough that Lucifer would have burned his fingers if he'd tried to pick it up, and bites into it, despite Lucifer telling him not to, leading to a shift in reality that Lucifer can still sense enough of to make him dizzy and a plate of pancakes that are, if not perfect, actually edible.