"So, Granger," he started, another sigh desperately trying to creep out of his mouth that he tried to stifle. "The thing about pancakes is that you have to not burn them. Or leave them undercooked. Or undermix the batter. Or overmix the batter. Or just..." He waved a vague hand, trying to encapsulate all the absolute fucking nonsense that she was apparently capable of. "Don’t do any of the things you just did." His lips thinned out as he gave her an admonishing look. "Gods, woman. You’re a bloody nightmare in a kitchen."