[Ryan believes him, he trusts him, but he still feels a cold shiver run down his spine when Min lets go. In a mark of slight improvement though, he doesn't get up and follow Min anyway. He stays where he's told with Vogue curled up in his lap, but his eyes track Min everywhere he goes, from the couch to the drawer and then back to the couch again.]

Literally anything but pancakes. I don't want to look at a pancake again for the rest of my life...

[He's very aware that he did this to himself, even if he didn't know there was magical fine print involved, but he might literally never be in the mood for pancakes after all of this.

Unfortunately, that doesn't actually narrow it down at all. Ryan thumbs through the menus, sticking one for a diner that serves breakfast all day on the bottom where he doesn't have to think about it.]

Uh...I dunno, pizza maybe? What kind of toppings should we get?

[You know, on the assumption that they'd split one. While Min's thinking about that, Ryan spies something further down that particular menu and gasps.]

Oh my god, I think this one's Hawaiian? Except there's no Hawaii here so it's-- [Wait. He squints.] A...lolan? Aw, I thought it said "Aloha"-n. That would've been funnier.