For it's my thoughts that bind me here.
[It had taken some time, but Alia had found the recipe she sought. It had not been the recipe that had be the hard part, or even the ingredients, that now sat heavy in the basket that hung around her wrist. The hard part would be figuring out this blasted thing they called a 'waffle iron'. Heading through the center of the village back towards community housing building 5, hoping she had not kept the young lad who wanted these waffles, waiting long.]