Clara tries to ignore the little twinge of something that she feels when she suddenly remembers that the last time she made pancakes with faces was months ago with David. The only reason she succeeds is because she remembers that, hey, there's breakfast to be made and they don't need to see her getting misty eyed right now.

"Clown pancakes it is," she says as she begins to adjust the heat on the griddle. "So, the hard part, chocolate chips or fruit?"