That sounds like a challenge. Steve will actually eat them out of house and home if he took Tony up on it, so he thinks he'll settle for this nice stack. Waste none, want none.

He proceeds to drown the cakes in syrup, not because he thinks Tony can't cook them, but because he's actually got a bit of a sweet tooth and Steve will actually use his pancakes like a freaking sponge for syrup.

He does just that. Seriously, if he had bacon, sausage, or eggs... totally covered in syrup by this point. Actually, he really loves fried chicken and has a sudden craving for that on top of his pancake rafts floating in a syrup sea.

"Should we... feed the cat?" he asks, after two bites.