[ Ehh, it's (mostly) round, that's fine enough, right? Levi's only real requirement for pancakes is that they need to be (mostly) edible, so really, he thinks they're doing a splendid job. ]

[ Until Eren goes and burns himself on the pan. Oof. It's nothing he won't recover from way too fucking soon, but Levi's very aware that he still suffers pain regardless. For a moment, he's in a trench somewhere, stabbing a combat knife into his own leg; then he's back there, wincing slightly in sympathy but refusing to let it deter them. ]

[ It does seem that censorship is ready and waiting to happily bleep out the sudden swear, and that's definitely a good thing, because of course another follows. ]

Oi, I fucking said "waist height", what did you expect to find up there?

[ Your "waist heights" aren't the same, captain... ]

Let's try that again. Hold your hand vertical, move it left to right slowly between yourself and the counter until you bump into the handle.