[And Iceland would have to figure out where to start teaching Icelandic as well. Perhaps the alphabet was a good place to start; he did use a few more letters than most were used to seeing.]

Thank you. [That would be a good idea, now that he thought about it.]

...Have you memorized all of them?

[It was always helpful to learn the alphabet. And numbers. ...and simple greetings.]

N- not all, but just my favourites. [...which made a good place to start. He could figure out which was the easiest ones of those and work his way through them. Fewer ingredients were also simpler to start with. He was certainly starting to formulate a plan at least.]

[As Canada was formulating a plan, Iceland was thinking of one as well. First the alphabet, then numbers, some greetings and simple sentence structures, and some nouns and adjectives to go with them...]

Oh. Like pancakes? [They at least seemed slightly simpler to make; though, the making of the batter could be complicated.. and Canada did seem to like them. And whipped them up like nobody's business earlier; Iceland didn't see a single recipe card anywhere.]

[It did always help to have a plan for such things. It made things go a whole lot smoother. And there was less awkward moments and fumbling around. ...not that there probably wouldn't be any of that, anyway.]

Exactly. Omelettes as well. And several dessert recipes. [...it went without saying he'd be teaching him pancakes first. There wasn't much to them. Plus, the'd be a good first recipe to learn. Then again, he was also biased.]

[It was Icelandic. Four grammatical tenses, three genders. Probably a lot of awkwardness would ensue, but Iceland would be too happy that he was trying to learn it to care.]

Ah, okay. [Well, of course pancakes would be first. This is Canada, of course.] Well, I suppose I'll start somewhere.

[He wondered if he might teach Canada to cook ethnic Icelandic dishes, but... probably none of them were remotely palatable. Darn.]

[There was no doubt he was bound to make a few mistakes as well, but at least he'd offer accidental entertainment with his slip-ups.]

Though I'm not too sure many consider omelettes lunch. Maybe I'll wait on those. [If it helps, he's willing to try and modify dishes to make them at least edible.]

[They'd probably both make their fair share of mistakes and provide their fair share of entertainment therein. It was part of the fun of learning and teaching in general.]

True. Though, it's not entirely unheard of. [Modifying dishes. As long as Canada did all the modifying, they'd be okay.]

[At least they'll be having fun doing so. At least, that's what he hopes. It makes it better that way, anyway.]

It's sort of like how Al would eat pizza for breakfast. I guess anything is a food for any time nowadays. [Don't worry. Canada would take control of such an endeavour. And do his best.]

[And it's always more fun to tackle endeavors like these with other people in any case.]

Oh, does he? [It certainly seemed like something Al would do.]

Yeah, it is going that direction anyway. But we probably should tackle lunch dishes for lunch first, in any case.

[That is true. The more the merrier, in such cases. Learning was also more fun with others.]

Among other things, yeah. [If it was edible, it was pretty much breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Or a snack.]

But yes. Traditional lunch dishes will be done first.

Not to mention American food is everywhere now, too.

[Seriously, did that guy export culture or something? His food, not to mention his TV, had just suddenly been everywhere. Unfortunately, fast food included, but the habit of any-food-any-time was spreading. Knowing Canada to be so much more logical than America, he was hesitant to lump them together; He was familiar with having odd siblings.]

[ooc; I do know enough Icelandic to teach Canada, so, when you're back from hiatus and feel up to a thread for their educational endeavors... :'Db]

I don't know how he manages that.

[He's just good at making things insane enough to be appealing. And, apparently, good at appealing to multiple things at once. Somehow. Thankfully Canada usually considered pancakes anytime food. ...and maybe poutine. And he didn't consider himself nearly as bad as his wayward brother.]

[ooc: ...ooooh. Awesome. /o/ I'm always up for it. Any time. Any where.]

Me neither.

[There certainly was a trick to it that he knew and the rest of them didn't, because knowing what was in most McDonalds and other fast foods... how did that ever become so widespread?]

[ooc: Any time, any where, under any guise? Awesome >D]

I think... that it's a good thing that we don't. Or anyone else for that matter.

[He was.. maybe a bit thankful nobody else seemed to really be able to figure out how Al did it. He feared the sort of things that would show up because of it. It'd be like an overstimulation of cheap, greasy fast food.]

[ooc: exactly. it'll be all 'wait. what just happened?!']