Clara steps out of the room for a moment. Not because she wants to abandon her fledgling cooks or because seeing how tall Clem is compared to the counter hurts on a visceral level because she can't help but think of David (though it definitely comes to mind). She returns with a stepping stool for Clem so she doesn't have to stand on her tiptoes.

"There are some things that taste alright burnt," she chimes in as she places the squat stool on the ground so Clementine can grab it if she needs to. "But pancakes aren't one of them. You want them to be golden brown." She stands behind Clem, watching Initiate's progress.