[That smile still does weird things to his stomach, but he ignores it. Clearly it's just because he's relieved that he doesn't appear to have ruined this despite giving it his best efforts.]

Sure, we've said pancakes so many times now that I'm getting real hungry.

[He turns back towards the apartment building.]

Okay, what do you not have? We need eggs, flour, milk, salt, sugar, and syrup. Maybe bananas and ice cream.