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[ruevealing]

Mm, I suppose we could get creative with using the world salad. Fruit salad, for one, is quite delicious! As is potato salad. Maybe we shall even make a candy salad, how does that sound?

[apuckalypse]

[Casey's eyes widen at that, growing bright instantly.]

There's candy salad?

[Between this and the fruit he's being WON OVER by SALAD oh no, his hard limit, challenged.]

[ruevealing]

[GOT 'EM]

I've only ever heard whispers of it, but even if we can't find an official recipe, who is to say we don't make it ourselves!

[apuckalypse]

[Mother really does know best.]

We totally have to try it. If we can't find one, we can make one up...!

[The wheels are spinning in his head, now. And since the water's boiling, he'll go ahead and drop those eggs in.]

[ruevealing]

[Mom sweeping in for a peck before they go to set up the rest of the table.]

Set the timer for ten minutes! They'll be so perfectly cooked by then.

[apuckalypse]

[Hee hee, more Mom kisses. The best time.]

On it!

[On goes the timer! And he's checking on the waffles next, since they've been cooking for a bit now.]

Do you think they're done? They smell amazing... [All that cinnamon. It's much better in the waffles versus just his mouth.]

[ruevealing]

They should be! Here, why don't you take them out. [but mom will come waddle over to supervise]

Simply take a fork and pierce them to pull them free. Because we greased the device, it should come off easily!

[apuckalypse]

[Really, everything is better with Mom supervision, except maybe jumping off floating islands or trains. Their presence and proximity makes these new things less stressful. Even for something like prying a waffle out of an iron.

The first waffle does come loose pretty easily, though, and as Casey deposits it onto a plate, his mouth is already watering, and he takes one long, deep inhale.]

Oh man... that smell, Mom...

[ruevealing]

[His reaction is even better a feeling than how delicious that waffle smells!]

And you made it all yourself! Once you get a waffle iron, you'll have to make these for Hunter as well.

[apuckalypse]

Oh, he's gonna love that. [He pauses, then, in a more devious tone,] I bet I could get him to eat a spoonful of cinnamon, too.

[ruevealing]

You're absolutely ruthless, Casey.

[And mom is absolutely pecking a kiss into his hair before moving to put more batter into the waffle iron.]

Just like your mother.

[apuckalypse]

I learn from the best.

[Of course! The kiss and the compliment - double sided, even - makes him grin in a more lighthearted way, smearing butter and syrup on the first waffle.]

I'm gonna take this to April, be right back.

[ruevealing]

Give her a kiss from me, will you?

[And while Casey scuttles off, Rue is all too happy to take over manning the waffle iron, already prepping for the next few rounds of waffles.]