Oh hmm. There was a lack of syrup there, wasn't there? The butter they had covered but... Hmmm. There is a pancake in the pan, and Kirby was rather occupied, as it were. Well this was a conundrum. Looked like it was time to get a bit crafty.

So if Kirby had been paying attention, he might have noticed a slight rustle at Bulba's back. There was a green vine extending across the kitchen now, and Bulba gave it a few quick glances. Opening the fridge just like... yes, just like that. Now where was the syrup. Bulba leaned back a little bit to stare at the contents. Oh, there it was. He quickly returned his attention to the pan, flipping the cake over as the vine wrapped around the handle and carefully carried it over to the counter to set next to Kirby's plate. There we are.

He shut the fridge door.