Conquer the kitchen, subjugate the muffins. Got it.

[Shiro gives his son a little bounce before settling him completely with his remaining arm and decides to leave his prosthetic off for a little while longer. Breakfast doesn't need two hands. Not when he's got two small very helpful ones extra at least. He does look at one of those little hands and the enormous amount of faith his son has in his own stomach capacity size and his smile goes crooked as he starts down the hall for the kitchen.]

That many, huh? That's a lot. How about we start with one and take things from there?