[He takes the bowl and the flour, smiling back at her. As if she'll ever be rid of him, really, but he won't say it out loud. Instead, it seems that she's settled on that, which is fine with him. It sounds good right now anyway, and it shouldn't take too long to make either.]

They're called syrniki back in Snezhnaya. Give me a little bit, I'll have them ready in no time. If you want to learn how to make them, I wouldn't mind teaching you. But I'll have you try them first.

[He gets to work immediately, making the batter from scratch and letting them form up in the pan. When all is said and done, he plates the food, bringing it over to the table, proud of his work. He'll get himself some jam and sour cream, adding it on top of his pancakes.]

Eat up. Add whatever you like to the top, I just prefer sour cream and jam. A lot of people use syrup too, if that's too strange for you.