“Oh weeeeee, I love pancakes!” I told him while trying to sound French. I think he got a kick out of that.

“Good! We make thin pancakes.” He said slapping me on the back so hard that the hat nearly fell off my head.

“Careful Acel. You’ll snap that little thing in half.” The lady chef said.

The thought popped into my head, “Who’s she calling a little thing?”

Acel waived her off with a groan, “Aah!”

Chef Acel and I both washed our hands and then he hung an apron around my neck that once tied around behind me, made it look as though I was wearing a white monks robe. And with that tall chef hat I bet I could have passed for a short Pope.