"It is horses," Summer confirmed, although her nose wrinkled at the rest of what he said. "But not because of my mother."

It was totally because of her mother.

"But, since you know so much, Mr. Breakfast, what is my mother's name? And my dad? And my stupid baby brother's? Also, who names a cat Pancakes? Pancakes is a food, not a name."

She thought she was done, so there was a pause, before she then added, "Did you bring pancakes? Or can you make some? I might let you in if there were pancakes."