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He couldn’t help laughing a little. Mylo always did a good job of reassuring him. “That’ll be a good investment.” Tone slightly teasing, Mercer flipped the pancake while the other went to check. “Yeah? Get ready to dig in.” He was happy knowing the pancakes were something Mylo wanted and would enjoy. A few more minutes and they’d be able to finally settle down. “Yes! Thank you.” Chocolate milk with chocolate chip pancakes and Mylo, could it get any better? With a beaming smile, he set the giant pancake onto the plate and switched everything off. He was quick about running the cold water to wash the pan, unable to leave his friend’s place a mess because it wouldn’t be good manners. “After you?” Briefly drying his hands on his pants once he finished cleaning, he picked up his plate and cup, ready to sit and have the late night meal

“I think you’re completely right” Mylo grinned over at the other blond. The smell of the food was so appealing that he wasn’t aware how hungry he was until his stomach rumbled in impatience. Chocolate milk and chocolate chip pancakes. Mylo was well aware that it was not considered a substantial meal anywhere on the charts but he didn’t care - well he did, but not about the levels of nutrition of the meal. He grinned at Mercer hurrying to tidy up even though he didn’t expect him to do so. He cooked the meal so it was only fair that Mylo cleaned up. He picked up his plate and cup and headed into the living room where he has set up some sort of camp with Allen before Mercer showed up. “Take a seat, make yourself at home” he smiled and took a seat on the couch, placing his cup on the side. “These look amazing. Thanks for making them”

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“Well, I mean, it’s Remy. Any animation is pretty cool.” Put him up against any cartoon and he’d understand not being picked first. “We can take extra safety precautions! And I think you’re going to need one of those aprons to protect your shirt next time. One with a funny saying.” Mylo in one of those would be silly or adorable, or probably a combination of both. Setting the next pancake onto the pile, he began to scrape up the last of the batter to pour onto the pan. “Coming right up.” With a smile, he used the last of the batter to make this pancake bigger than the others. “Do you have any chocolate milk?” He asked, hip leaning against the counter as he waited for the last one to cook. It was his favorite breakfast drink and would complete the meal, not that he’d be disappointed if Mylo didn’t have any.

“Yeah, but animation is never going to take priority over you. Remy the rat is pretty cool but he’s still not winning it” he laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll definitely invest in one of the aprons with some sort of food related pun on it” Mylo always found puns overly hilarious, probably much funnier than they actually were but still. “These looks amazing” he said, his eyesight dropping to look at the now towering stack of pancakes. “I should do yeah, hang on two minutes and I’ll check.” Mylo pushed himself off the counter and headed towards the fridge to see if there was any chocolate milk left. just when he thought they were out of luck, Mylo found a carton of the sweet drink at the side of the door “I’ve got it!” he cheered with his smile beaming. Chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate milk seemed like a perfect meal replacement for cereal. He picked two glasses from the cupboard and poured out the drinks. Returning next to Mercers side, Mylo placed the glasses down next to the plates and hummed happily at the scent of the food reaching his nose. 

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It felt good to know he was favored over the rat; it was silly, but he admired such skill. He nodded a little. “Good to know.” Really good to know. Mercer had a habit of making mental lists of people’s favorites. He enjoyed knowing what his friends liked, for future surprises, occasions, or just because they were on his mind. I’d like that. Smiling softly, he placed the cooked pancake with the other and made the next one. He felt incredibly lucky to be with Mylo. It wasn’t because of the sweet apartment or the grand fireplace or even Allen, who he adored more and more, it was Mylo entirely. The other blond was excessively kind and warm with each smile. So welcoming, too, to allow him to come over at such an hour. Mercer wouldn’t take it for granted, so ignored the fuzzy feeling he got in his stomach, even if part of him wanted to know what it’d feel like to let the emotion settle. It just didn’t seem possible to focus on whatever confusing emotion it was though. “Agreed. We just have to pay extra attention when you’re helping in the kitchen.” He joked with a laugh, the rest of the pancakes coming along quickly now that he was in the rhythm of it. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked how many you wanted. Are regular sized pancakes okay? Or did you, like, want a giant one?” He glanced to the other with a teasing smile. “A giant pancake for the giant McLaggen?”

“Was there ever a doubt that you wouldn’t take priority over the animated rat?” he asked with a laugh since the answer seemed so obvious to him. No. There was no way it would take priority over Mercer. With the stack of pancakes growing on the place as the Hufflepuff cooked them up, Mylo made himself useful and dived into the drawer to retrieve two forks for when the pile was finished. He couldn’t help the smile that was taking over his face. Mercer was becoming a permanent fixture in the McLaggens life and Mylo was more than okay with that. The Hufflepuff was comfort, he was safety and he was bringing out some sort of feeling Mylo hadn’t quite managed to put into words. “Being red alert when I step into a kitchen to cook should definitely be a thing” he laughed along with the other blond “Why don’t we just use up all the mix and see how many?” he suggested. Rolling his eyes at the comment, he let out a laugh “Oh, ha ha, very funny. But a giant pancake would be an amazing achievement. It would be impressive” 

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His eyes shot to the other, not exactly knowing what that meant. But since he was flashed that brilliant grin, he couldn’t help returning it with one of his own. “Me over Remy?” Culinary genius, pfft. That was too kind to say. Even if it was a Pixar flick. Mercer attempted to ignore the way his stomach flipped after he was nudged. “So you like my pancakes?” That was better to focus on right now. This was such a win, getting Mylo to eat something other than cereal. “We have to do this more often then.” He took another glance and regretted it. Mylo’s smile was one difficult to look away from. It was so radiant and had the corners of those blue eyes crinkle in a way that was so… Mentally swatting the thought away, it was replaced with what the McLaggen family must’ve looked like as youngsters. All of them against one supervisor like a mini army of cuteness. He began to laugh and held his hands up in defense. “Alright, alright! Next lesson, then.” His eyebrows had raised when picking up on the nickname. He felt utterly stupid for the way his face warmed. Mercer bit his lip to keep the smile at bay as he did the honors of flipping the pancake. “Death by pancakes.” Letting out another laugh, he adjusted the heat so that it could cook faster. In a blink, he was setting it on a plate and making the next one. “At least it’d be a yummy last meal. With tons of chocolate chips.”

Mylo raised his eyebrows at the Hufflepuffs question “Of course I’d pick you over Remy” There was no doubt in his mind that he would pick Mercer over many if not most things in his life. “Yeah” he nodded “It’s one of the few things that I will eat instead of cereal” Mylo rarely ate anything that wasn’t cereal but Mercers cooking always won him over. The smell of the pancakes were too good to ignore and very slowly the Gryffindor was coming around to agree to the idea of trying to eat other foods that weren’t cereal. Looking up at the other blonde, he grinned and nodded once again, feeling some heat in his cheeks “I’d like that” That meant there was another time. With that thought making its way into Mylo’s mind, he got the warm feeling in his chest again; clearly already looking forward to their next cooking escapade. The boy was captivating and Mylo was pretty sure he’d probably agree to anything he asked if it meant he could see that blinding smile of his. “Sounds like a plan” He watched in awe at the pancake being flipped like he’d never witnessed something like it before. “That is a fair point. I think death by pancakes seems like a pretty good way to go, I just don’t want my cooking to cause the deaths”

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“I am!” Mercer beamed, suddenly giddy that the other was familiar with the animation. It might have been childish considering his age, but he can’t help loving such cartoons. What he liked more was that he didn’t feel so ridiculous admitting so. Being a dork never felt more okay than when he was with Mylo. “That rat is brilliant! Puts my cooking to shame.” After his laughter had died down, the wide smile couldn’t be contained; he was getting tired of trying to hide it anyway. “That was such a good system!” He wished he could’ve gotten away with something like that when he was younger. Back then though he was an only child until Greta came along, at which point he was too old to get away with much. He gave a small shake of his head, determined not to fail like that again. But he also wasn’t beating himself up over not catching the chip because he was having a great time right now. As the pancake began to cook, he swiped some chocolate chips like Mylo, happily eating them. “Oh! Do you wanna try flipping it–without the spatula!” Since the pancake was ready to be turned. “You don’t have to, but we do have the five second rule.” He joked with a laugh in case Mylo accepted and a mess resorted. Either way, they had enough batter to make more.

“You are one of a kind” he grinned over at the other. He was often amazed at how much they had in common, even down to something as stupid as an animated Disney Pixar rat. The feeling of needing to hide away never came around him when he was with Mercer, it was always so comfortable and relaxed. “Oh don’t go putting yourself down, that rat is an animation, but you, you’re a culinary genius and you make the best pancakes so I immediately prefer you over the rat” Mylo continued on and gave Mercer a nudge with his elbow, his beaming smile never leaving his face. He nodded happily and laughed once again “I know right? It was Maddox and Marcus’ idea and ‘Go and I were all too on board with the plan” The warm memories flooded back of the four McLaggen kids running around as kids, causing havoc with their angelic faces. His attention was pulled back to the present when his ears perked at the sound of a question “Wha-? Me flipping them?” he asked incredulously “Mercie...” he started, running a hand through his hair “I’ve caused enough mess in the kitchen today, don’t you think?” Mylo smirked and raised his eyebrows. It wasn’t until he’d finished talking that Mylo had noticed the endearing nickname slip from his lips. “And the five second rule will cause someones death one day. I don’t want to cause death by pancakes.” he added in an attempt to not bring the attention to the nickname. 

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Mercer was laughing before he could stop himself. On a serious note, he could tell his friend truly thought he was the worst ever, but it would be better to keep the atmosphere light and carefree. “If I remember correctly, anyone can cook.” Yes, he went there quoting an animated flick, but it was too perfect to not do so. “Keep working on your stirring technique and before you know it you’ll be better than me.” Because it truly got better with practice. After all, the second time around Mylo had mixed the batter without a mess. “How many times did you get away with it?” He was still wondering what secret ingredient had Mylo grow so tall and survive this long. Grinning when his opposite was enthusiastic, he couldn’t help cheering when the chocolate was easily caught. “Look at you! Nice one!” He bashfully looked away at the praise of his throw since he hadn’t thought anything of it. “Yeah, chip-me!” Mercer really thought he had it, but the chocolate hit his cheek instead of his mouth and he hastily tried to catch it before it fell to the floor. “No! Shoot! I thought I had it.” His smile was slightly embarrassed because he wished he could’ve handled that coolly. Popping the chip into his mouth anyway, he went to put the first pancake to cook now that the pan was ready.

Anyone can cook. The phrase had Mylo stopping in his tracks and raising his eyebrows in that trademark habit of his with a beaming smile crossing his features “Are you quoting Ratatouille?!” he asked “I love that little phenomenal rat” he laughed, shaking his head and turning back to look at the pan in an attempt to keep whatever emotion hit him at bay. “Got it chef, I’ll keep at it” the blond nodded and adjusted the heat on the stove ring for the pan. “I got away with it way more than I should have. The McLaggen kids had a system of all asking...If one got a no, then it would be the next kid in line up and so on and so forth. Basically it was four against whatever adult was looking after us and we were too cute to say no too.” Mylo explained, grinning again at the absurdity of all the hassle his cousins, his brother and himself would go to for a sweet before dinner. A sense of pride came over him when he managed to catch the chocolate chip. He wasn’t completely useless. He watched in anticipation to see if Mercer was able to catch the piece of chocolate. “Oh man, you were so close! Better luck next time” he offered in encouragement for the other to not feel disheartened about missing. Mylo only just barely resisted the urge to reach out and brush any chocolate from Mercers cheek. His gaze dropped to watch the pancake cooking away while he popped a few more chips into his mouth. 

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He wanted to play it cool, but all he could do was let out a little huff of a laugh, his gaze staying on the ingredients because his face still felt warm. “Okay, in the batter.” He nodded with a smile, beginning to pour plenty of them into the bowl. If Mylo had as big a sweet tooth as himself, then there was no point in being cheap with the amount of chocolate chips. Taking a glance sideways, he smiled softly at the way Mylo seemed somewhat embarrassed. And maybe because of that pink hue in the other’s face, his eyes lingered just a second more than they should have, but Mercer was finding he wanted to see more of that flushed shade. “Great, thanks.” Having the pan set up was helpful now that he was done mixing the chocolate chips in. “You’re like the boy who keeps sticking his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.” He chuckled while adding butter to the pan. And since he was waiting for it to heat up, he took a chocolate chip from the bag. “Ready?” There was a hint of playfulness in his green hues because he wasn’t giving the other time before he tossed the chip, aiming for Mylo’s mouth. He was encouraging Mylo to eat more instead of saving them. Besides, it was fun to see if the taller would be able to catch it.

He leaned against the counter and gazed at each of the chocolate chips dropping into the bowl. Mercer was being generous with them and Mylo let a small smile creep onto his face when he’d made the realisation that he’d found someone that had a taste for sugar like he did. Clearing his throat, Mylo made an attempt to regain his composure and tried to stop the faint crimson on his cheeks from getting any more noticeable. “I figured I should be some sort of help instead of just making a mess and being the worst cook ever to exist in these modern times” he grinned. He couldn’t help it, he liked those little chocolate chips too much and they were too easy to snack on. “They are really nice” he piped up in his defence “Anyway, I was always that kid that wanted the cookies before dinner. Well...it was more cereal instead of cookies but you get the point” Mylo’s eyebrows raised in confusion before he noticed what the others intentions were. “Alright, ready!” he beamed and waited for Mercer to toss the piece of chocolate. Thanks to his height, the McLaggen had no issue with catching the chip in his mouth and he let out a loud laugh while he happily ate away “Beautiful. Nice throw. Okay, you’re turn” he nodded and leaned over to pick a chip out of the bag “You ready?” Mylo aimed his throw and gently launched the chocolate through the air. 

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“No problem.” Briefly tilting his head, he didn’t understand the sudden shyness, just that it was endearing to see the McLaggen with such a quality. Mercer was beginning to prepare what they needed to redo when the taller was making his exit. Mentally kicking himself, he wished he’d never taken a last glance as the other went to replace his shirt. Mylo shirtless caught him off guard. With his focus broken, the flour he’d been adding to the bowl now dusted the counter once again. And he really wanted to blame Mylo for being a distraction, but he couldn’t. Not with the way his face reddened, his heart raced, and he was working hard to erase the image. It was a good thing the Gryffindor had left. Mercer had time to quickly compose himself and clean his clumsy mess. “Nah, that’s okay.” But even as he smiled, he couldn’t bring himself to actually meet those blue eyes yet. He felt embarrassed and was still trying to work past it. Focusing on the task helped. “You’re doing great!” Mylo was even stirring again, which was impressive. “Here, I can mix it with the dry ingredients now.” Teamwork is what it was; he poured the contents of what Mylo worked on into the bowl he prepared and soon the pancake batter was ready. “Chocolate chips in the batter or sprinkled on top?” Mercer cooked both ways, but wanted to let the other decide.

“Now who’s the one making a mess” he teased and lightly nudged Mercers arm. The other seemed lost in a thought process and Mylo decided he wasn’t going to pry in that. The word of encouragement had Mylo beaming proudly that he’d managed to do something right in the world of cooking for a change. Returning his own attention back to the bowl, the Gryffindor continued mixing the ingredients and slid the bowl over the flour dusted worktop for Mercer to add the mix and finish the mixture. “In!” he answered enthusiastically a little too quickly. He ducked his head, his cheeks showing an ever so slight tinge of pink. Mylo leaned against the worktop and happily watched the other work away. Shifting forward to the cupboard, he lifted out the pan and placed it on the stove to keep the pancake process running smoothly. “Everything’s set up over here.” he grinned and took the opportunity to swipe some more of the stray chocolate chips left in the bag. “Sorry, I keep eating all of these” he laughed and stepped away from the bag to stop himself from caving in an eating the rest. 

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