She's in the middle of reaching for the flour when he holds the apron out, and she makes sure the bag is settled carefully on the counter before reaching to take it, fingers brushing his hand as she does. She busies herself with tying it for a moment before looking back at him and leaning her head toward the cabinets nearest him as she reaches up and pulls down the sugar and chocolate chips as well.

"Would you mind grabbing me a whisk, please?"

And in the meantime, she opens the fridge and comes up with eggs and butter and milk to go into the pancakes as well. She pulls a chocolate chip out of the bag as she goes for a bow to put it all in and pops it into her mouth.

"Oh- measuring cups as well, if it is not too much trouble?"