Leonard let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. You can dial back on the dramatics. I won't argue on the complexities of toast yet again."

For now, he started stirring their canned dinner, which was thankfully much easier to manage than (apparently) toast. All he had to do was heat it up and serve it.

"Mm... I'll take you up on those pancakes, then," he hummed, glancing over at Jim and finding him very— close and cuddled up. He did seem comfortable, and Leonard didn't have the heart to tell him to move. "Gotta check if they're anywhere as good as you claim them to be."