Pancakes al fresco?

There is a house down the street with a little table and chairs on the front lawn. When I walked by yesterday on my way to the bus, there was a tiny little girl in a long blue nightgown, with long, messy, just-woke-up hair and she was eating her breakfast at the little table in the morning sunshine.

I only saw the back of her head, as princesses do not wish to be recognized while dining on pancakes.

However, she reminded me of a certain scowly princess who still to this day does not wish to wake up in the morning time until she is good and ready to do so. And she would very much like some pancakes please. You may serve them to me on the lawn.