Humming, Key nodded to Priscilla's suggestion. It made sense, though he enjoyed her unusual appearance. It was that though that would make her stand out. "Of course. It should be fine if you wear my things while we're out shopping, but I'll help you do a make over so that no one will look twice at you and think Priscilla!" he grinned. Flipping over another pancake onto the plate of finished ones, he guessed they only needed one or two more. He didn't know about Pris, but he was hungry. "I wonder if I could borrow a wig from the theater? Though it's better if you don't have a lot of hair already with those things. I can just fix your hair myself..." he continued to muse, lost in his own plans.

In a matter of ten minutes, they made a decent stack of pancakes and Key finally turned off the stove. Only a dab of batter remained anyway, so he took he pancakes to the table with butter and syrup. "First we eat though. Come on! Let's eat the fruits of our very hard labor!"