Dix-Huit

[wafels]

[Voice] Oi! I finally got everythin' ya need to make some real waffles, not the bland mix-made stuff that they have here. (No offense, America - sorry!) Anyone feel like havin' one, stop on by! I'm gonna make a bunch!

*Belgium has the tools she needs now to make delicious Belgian waffles. So, count on the tantalizing smell of freshly cooked

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[windmill]

[hey hey Belgium

there is an older brother suddenly in your house. what is knocking, he's Dutch, he don't do that shit.] ...Had t'see it for myself.

[wafels]

*She's used to it.* What, y'couldn't smell it half the way down the block?

[windmill]

Nope. So I had t'come in.

[wafels]

Then all that smokin's startin' to ruin yer sense of smell!

Hang on, almost done with this batch, and I'll whip somethin' up for ya.

[windmill]

Anything I can do t'help?

[wafels]

Don't worry about it! 's been forever since I've been able to make these!

Just take a seat, Neder~ I'll have 'em done before y'know it!

[windmill]

[he comes up behind her, ignoring that] Nah, lemme help.

[wafels]

C'mon, you really think I need any? You'll just burn 'em!

...You can keep the batter stirred, if y'really want.

[windmill]

I'm on it. [goes for the batter! huff huff sister]

[wafels]

Thank ya. *Hands him the spoon, goes back to the iron, and just... stands there cooking with him. In silence.

It's kind of nostalgic.*

[windmill]

[it is ;u; baww] Planning on delivering these anywhere?

[wafels]

Nah, not really. Just wanted to make some in case people stopped by.

I'da probably dropped a few off at your place.

[windmill]

[he gives a little snort, almost disbelievingly.] Think I could take some t'Lucas, anyway?

[wafels]

Course y'could! He likes my cookin', so I'd want him to have somethin'.

[windmill]

Hope he's okay lately. He's been a little quiet.

[wafels]

Quiet? Like... he ain't around much, or he's just actin' weird?