BERNY'S P.O.V
Adding an extra honey syrup on my pancake, I grabbed it in my hands and took a big bite, allowing the syrup to flow through the snack.
"Oh my God! this is so cool, and you did it so well," I acknowledge, as I had a mouthful of the stuff.
Saying that Scar had done this well was an understatement, it was everything close to perfection.
Grabbing the cup of brewed tea that was in a ceramic mug, I took a sip from it.
"Perfect!" I exclaimed.
Scar giggled at me, I noticed that he had barely touched his meal.
"I am happy that you like it, here, you can have some more," he mouthed as he grabbed the tray containing extra pancakes in it to put on my plate.
"Thank you, Scar, that's enough now, and I noticed you've barely tasted your meal, I hope there is no problem," I said looking at him from my mug.
Shaking his head from left to right, he said,
"Yes! sorry, I mean no. There is nothing wrong with me," he explained.