Sniff, sniff… What’s this? I smell something a-baking in the kitchen! I could do with a bit of breakfast!
Volstagg’s straining waistcoat! The human male is attempting to make waffles. And on a weekday, too! After the last two disastrous attempts, you’d have think the mortals would have given up. But hope springs eternal, and all that. Human beings are just so…so…dogged.
Uh, oh. Looks like he did not get a very good fill on the first batch.
And they do not appear to be very crisp. I’m no expert, but I’m fairly certain…
…waffles should not be able to fold like that.
The next batch is taking f o r e v e r to finish cooking. The male has handed off waffle-watching duty to the female while he goes and dresses for work.
What is the hold-up, mortal?
Shouldn’t there be a little red light, right about…oh, right where I’m standing?
I think it’s time you took a peek to see how they’re progressing.
Nowhere close to browning. And they’ve been in for how long?
The light dawns:
When you can put your hand on it like that and hold it there, I think it’s safe to say that you will be having cold cereal this morning— and heaving something rectangular and heavy in the trash can.
Ehehehe! I foiled breakfast again!