He was so easily amused, and he was kind of tempted to do it again, but the smell of the pancakes really starting to burn caught his attention and sharply reminded him that there were other things that might demand more attention than never-ending hat replacements.

"Oh, shit," he started, reaching for a spatula to turn over the pancakes, which weren't as black as he was worried they might be, but they weren't exactly pretty either.

"I guess these ones are mine....and forget just a room, she'll have her own stable. Rain's Santa hat stable."