Moira's POV

I'm doubled over laughing at Logan's complete disaster of a pancake attempt when it happens. The batter's somehow ended up splattered across the ceiling like abstract art, there's flour dusting his dark hair white, and one pancake is literally shaped like a demented octopus hanging half-off the pan while another sits charred black as coal on the griddle.

"How did you even manage to get batter on the light fixture?" I gasp between giggles, pointing ...