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[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.]