Adrien rubbed his hands together in sheer excitement. He loved this day of the year. 'Fat Tuesday', the name he chose to call it, was where he really played on his mother's English heritage because it meant 'Pancake Day'. Now he knew he was French and he could have crêpes any time of the year, and that he was married to a crêpe connoisseur but for this pancake day he was incharge!

Adrien Agreste was the boss of the kitchen.

For the first year, he was going to be cooking them the 'British' way just as his mother had taught him many, many years ago, ignoring the ridiculously expensive hot plate sitting idly in the cupboard. He just couldn't wait to 'toss a pancake'.

Adrien had headed out earlier in the day to get his list of supplies.

Flour - check
Large eggs - check
Milk - check
Oil - check
Lemons - check
Sugar - check
Nutella - check
Marshmallows - check
Blueberries - check
Strawberries - check

And now it was time to prepare.

"Papa, are we having dinner?" Louis came into the kitchen clutching his stomach and moaning, anyone would think the poor kid was starving. He'd only had a packet of sweets, a bag of crisps and a banana since he came home. Woe is his life!

Oh, a banana!

Adrien walked over to the fruit bowl, took a couple of bananas out and placed them on the chopping board.

"We don't have dinner on Fat Tuesday! We have pancakes." Adrien clattered around the cupboards pulling out the scales, mixing bowl and mixer before placing them alongside his ingredients.

"Does Maman know we're not having dinner?" Emma came in to join her brother, the slamming on hands on the floor meant Hugo wasn't far behind.

Adrien looked down and there he was, crawling behind his sister who, for some reason, was also crawling along the floor. Sometimes he just didn't understand his children's thinking.

"Of course she does. You know your Maman likes to save room to try and beat me in the pancake eating contest."

Both kids snorted and Hugo threw his head back in a wild, huffy laugh. The kid was crazy.

"Maman's going to win again." Emma said, picking up her younger brother and placing him on her lap.

"Nu-her! Papa's winning this year."

"Maman,"

"Papa,"

"Maman,"

"Papa,"

"Ga ga na da ba da," everyone looked down at Hugo as he squealed and started chuckling, his chubby hands in the air and bouncing on his bottom.

"Dada's going to win, isn't he Hugo?"

The young boy shook his head from side to side before giggling again. Emma removed her brother from her lap, allowing him to use the handles of the drawers to stand up, before heading over to the kitchen breakfast bar ready to watch their father perform a live cookery show.

"Bon soir, ma famille and welcome to restaurant 'Agreste' what are your orders for this evening?" Adrien wandered over to Hugo, lifting him up and placing him in the highchair, before grabbing his 'Kiss me I'm the chef' apron and slinging a tea towel over his forearm. He bowed down, motioning to Emma and Louis to pick up his homemade menus. Yes, he'd gone the whole hog even if they were only five and could barely read, he'd added little pictures to help them out.

"Chocolate and strawberries, please kind sir," Louis said, attempting a British accent.

"Aw, oui Monsieur, good choice, and for the beautiful little lady." Emma started to giggle as her father took her hand and placed a kiss on the back.

"Lemon and sugar please, with a side of blueberries."

"Fabulous, and you, young chap?" Adrien mimicked Louis, putting on a British accent too, though where Louis had eloquently spoken in the Queen's English, Adrien sounded more like one of Fagin's gang with a pure cocky twang.

"Nanananana"

"Banana? That's the spot, governor." The kids started laughing as Adrien 'Dick Van Dyke'd back to his equipment and began measuring out the ingredients.

"Alexa, play 'Blinding Lights,"

As the song kicked in the kitchen came to life. Adrien and the kids loved to dance around at mealtimes, usually doing so as Marinette cooked or baked. He moved seamlessly around the worktops; tipping in flour and milk, cracking eggs, adding a pinch of salt and a tablespoon of oil, before switching the mixer on and moving back to his children.

"What's the next request?"

"You're Welcome!" Louis shouted, Adrien then commanded Alexa to play the song.

Now, Adrien wasn't one to boast, cue the eye roll, but he was a master when it came to this song. Forget Dwayne Johnson, he could sing the entire thing ... rap included. They wouldn't admit it, but Nino and Luka were dead jealous.

As the rap started Adrien stopped the mix, dancing with the bowl to the cooker and grabbing the frying pan.

"Kids, honestly I could go on and on, I can explain every natural phenomenon,"

Though Adrien and the kids loved 'Moana'; unpopular opinion in the Agreste household 'Moana' was better than 'Frozen', though Marinette strongly disagreed. However it was a unanimous vote that 'Tangled' is the best! Anyway, Tikki always has a bee in her bonnet when it comes to this song. Why? Because Maui would have done nothing without her help ... but that was a story for another day.

'What's the lesson? What is the take-away? Don't mess with Maui when he's on a break-away'

Grabbing the ladle and singing the next lines into it, he spun it around and scooped a large amount of mixture from the bowl before pouring it into the frying pan. He grabbed the handle and moved it back and forwards, watching the light colour take hold and the pancake slightly move around.

"Toss it, Papa!" Emma called out, causing Louis to chat along.

"Toss it, toss it, toss it, toss it ..."

Adrien lifted the pan, prepared it with a shake, the pancake moving to the edge and then tossed it into the air, the pancake landing perfectly in the centre, causing the children to cheer, and Hugo attempted to clap as Adrien took a bow.

He continued making the pancakes to the children's specific orders before moving onto the food guzzler of the family.

"Plagg? Do you want one?" Adrien called out. He hadn't seen his kwami in a while so was unsure if he was around or asleep in his room. Yes, the kwami's had their own room to relax in when they were allowed out. Though since the birth of the children, it was pretty much limited to just Tikki and Plagg being out and about at all times.

"Can I have it with camembert but without the batter?"

"That's just cheese, Plagg." Emma mumbled out between bites of her pancake.

"And? He's having bananas without the batter. Why can't I be treated the same?" Plagg flew over to Hugo where the little monkey was searching through the pancake for the banana and blueberries, before licking a pancake piece and throwing it on the floor. There was quite a stash piling up.

"Fine! It's in the cupboard." Adrien pointed his spatula to the 'cheese cupboard' and returned to his own pancake when he had an idea.

"Hey kids, watch this!"

Adrien made a big deal placing the batter into the frying pan before moving it around and preparing it for the flip. Oh, this was going to be good.

"Are you all watching?" Adrien asked, Plagg flying out to sit on the table alongside his kittens.

"Oh we most certainly are," Plagg replied, turning to face Hugo, "this is going to go so wrong." Hugo answered the kwami with a high pitched toothless laugh.

"Ready," Adrien started, "set," he bent his knees and made sure the pancake was on the edge of the pan. He just needed to give it a good throw and bon appetit. "Go!"

Flipping the pancake high in the air, Adrien crossed one foot over the other and spun around pan in hand and at the ready to catch the pancake, only for it never to return.

Adrien looked up to the ceiling, their freshly painted white ceiling, and saw the yellow pancake half hanging off.

"Oh, shi-" catching himself before he said anything he regretted, he took a quick look at the kids and Plagg all staring at him. "Oh, shivers." He corrected himself.

"Alexa," he said in a shaky voice, "play 'shivers'." Yes, good cover.

The music started up as Adrien and the children all looked at the pancake slowly removing itself from the plaster on the ceiling.

'I wanna be that guy, I wanna kiss your eyes, I wanna drink that smile'

The front door slammed closed which could mean only one thing ...

"Honey, I'm home! Let's get our pancake on."

No one answered as Marinette's heels echoed along with the beat of the music, all eyes looking up at the ceiling. The pancake was gradually losing grip, the slam of the front door obviously loosening it slightly.

"Adrien, have you started-" Marinette stopped walking as she noticed the expressions of everyone in the kitchen. "What are you all looking at?" Unfortunately that was the moment Marinette looked up following their gazes. As if in slow motion, the pancake finally unpeeled and came falling down, straight onto Marinette's face.

She stretched up and whipped the pancake off her, the trail of grease smudging her makeup and causing her hair to knot and join together.

She held the pancake in her clenched fist, turning her attention to a nervous looking Adrien.

"You said you were going to take the challenge head on, M'Lady."

She looked from her husband to her children and Plagg, who were sitting still and staring, only the closing vocals of Ed Sheeran could be heard, no one knowing how this was going to go. That ceiling had cost a lot of money.

"Mama - mama - mama," Hugo squealed in delight, running his hands across his tray and cleaning the leftover pancake onto the floor.

The song finished and the silence was deafening, all except Plagg's helpless laughter.

Tikki appeared near Marinette and the two began to giggle too, joined immediately by Hugo, before everyone else joined in too. Marinette stepped forward, patting Adrien's cheek.

"I hope you enjoy cleaning the kitchen because that's your job for the next week."

Moving away she went and greeted her children, placing a kiss on each of their heads, before seating herself on the kitchen bar and placing her order with the chef.

"I'll have chocolate and marshmallows, please, and a side of a new painted ceiling."

Adrien nodded, pulling out his phone with a sigh.

"Ivan, I know you only finished the kitchen for us this week, but any chance you are free tomorrow?"