"You're such a party pooper. I was going to make you pancakes in the morning in nothing but the apron, but fine, if you're gonna be that way..." Just kidding, he wasn't. Well, he wasn't planning on it anyway. Not like he even knew how to make pancakes. It was something to aim for, though. Eventually— once he mastered the basics.

Nodding vaguely at the first comment, he rose his eyebrow and glanced at Bones, then burst out laughing at the unneeded, but still amusing, clarification. "Oh, that's good to know." Because he might just have gotten confused, of course. Pinching Bones's side, his laughter died down to a chuckle, and he let out a sigh at the question.

He had, actually... well, not planned, exactly. He'd had an idea. But it had seemed a little silly in the end, so he didn't include it in his dinner plan. So he just shook his head. "Not really, no. Figured we could do whatever you wanted."