Love on the rocks? Miss feeling over the moon? If pancakes are the way to the heart, soon, both while be flying like a rockoon. And, feed them a bite without infantilising them with a swooshing plane-spoon. Love is a temple that should never need to be kirkified for pancakes are always both for giving and forgiving wherever they are supplied. Noshing inside has perks, like nibbling sans shoe or sock. But, outside has ads as well, like zephyrs to cool hot cakes while amore becomes a lock. ; )

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