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 Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:41 pm
It was her day off and she was hungry.
Yet, where else in the world would she go than to her favorite restaurant?
So there Margaret Butler sat, happily snuggled in the back corner booth, fork and knife slicing fervently through an extra large stack of freshly pressed waffles. A plate of whipped cream lay to the side, as well as a saucer of chocolate and a bowl of berries.
It was an afternoon of flavor sensation.
One cut of fluffy golden deliciousness was dipped in the sauce, then dabbed in the cream. Her second bite consisted of a strawberry-blueberry mix, followed by an additional bite of waffle.
Ah, waffles. There was just simply nothing else in the world quite as fulfilling.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 9:28 am
Ekaterina prided herself on having a much more refined palate than most of the people who lived in this country did. Of course that normally only meant she much preferred the food that was a staple in her home. Back in Russia. Sure she had lived her for quite a few years now, but that didn’t mean that the mass of American food would have her just bow to their wishes and assimilate into the fast food culture. No sir. She was as against fast food as a person could be…but there was one place that kept drawing her attention, be it from morbid fascination or what have you.
It was arguably a fast food restaurant, though it had the atmosphere of one that wasn’t quite as fast as the normal fast food. And it had waffles, and she was craving waffles. Real waffles, thin and crispy filled with whatever you could imagine…and part of her hoped that this place…that this place would have what she was looking for.
She had been pondering entering the restaurant for the past month or so, but had never gathered the courage…or succumbed to the desperation enough to actually make the plunge, but today she went in.
The place was as bad as she had feared and at once her nose wrinkled a bit in disgust. This was a grease trap if she had ever seen one! Kat was about to turn to leave before she was spotted when one of the smiling overworked servers welcomed her and told her to take a seat anywhere.
Well. Now she was cornered, so she supposed the best thing to do would be to…well…take a seat anywhere. So she took one, in the booth of a girl who was performing the sinful act of absolute gluttony, stuffing her face with limp, pale pieces of barely cooked dough that she supposed was what this place considered a waffle.
“Hello.”Ghouliboo Oh my god she's such a snob. ;; I AM SO SORRY
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 10:10 am
Mags was so consumed in her waffle devouring that she hadn't heard the faint tink of the bell above the Waffle House entrance as the door opened. She hadn't heard the waitress, Maud, tell the new customer to take whichever seat she wanted. But she did, however, notice when the customer decided to take the seat across from her. The fork in her hand paused, remaining poised only inches away from her open, gaping mouth. Which, unfortunate as it was, still had remnants from the previous bite, berry particles mixed in along with mashed waffle, whipped cream smudged on the side of her lip. The girl greeted her, simply enough. Her mood didn't strike Mags as much of a talker type, but she also kind of talked real funny anyhow, what with her accent and all. Then again, Mags wasn't one to judge, since she knew she herself talked pretty funny to other people's ears. Setting her fork down (what else was she supposed to do?), she did the polite thing and swallowed her previous bite before responding, "Uh...howdy? D'ya come here often, ma'am?" Maybe that was her problem. Maybe it was her first time in the Waffle House and she didn't know how it worked? Aw - bless her heart - the poor thing! Orangeish Sherbert why are you apologizing I love it
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 10:31 am
The girl’s brows furrow slightly and she gave the blond with the exceptionally curly hair an inquisitive look. This was one of those Americans, wasn’t it? One of the ones that were always portrayed as what Americans were like, with their thick…strange accents that broke up the English language into something that was hardly recognizable. Oh well. Maybe she could simply get up and choose another seat…
But this girl looked like she was enjoying the floppy lifeless little steamed pastry that was covered in…well, whatever it was covered in.
She pointed quietly at the plate and voiced the question that was bugging her for…well, since she had first seen a picture of one of the waffles on the outside windows.
“This. Is this edible?” It was clearly a legitimate question, so why shouldn’t it be said? There was no time for small talk, especially when it was strange small talk. It was time for answers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2016 10:58 am
"Eatable?" Her own eyebrows wrinkled, her forehead creasing as she studied where the girl was pointing to. Was she...could she be referrin' to her waffles? Was she asking if they were...but how could... why would anyone... "Yer kiddin' right?" The concept of someone not enjoying a fluffy, carbohydrate-filled waffle completely blew the blonde girl's mind. This wasn't right. This wasn't possible. Then, Mags did the only thing Mags knew to do in situations like this. She shoved the plate from directly in front of herself to sitting directly in front of the complete stranger. Plucking up the fork, she wiped it off as best she could with one of the paper napkins yanked from the plastic holder on the table. Turning it prong-side away, she offered it to the girl. In a deadpanned voice, she stared directly into the girl's beautiful, cold looking eyes, her own blue ones unwavering as she commanded, " Eat." Orangeish Sherbert I think s**t just got real
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 10:05 am
This was not anticipated. For a moment, Ekaterina simply stared at the strange, curly haired glutton. After a long, slow blink, her gold eyes finally flicked to the fork that was offered, and finally to the messy awful plate of…well, mush.
Nearly a minute passed before she finally reached out a hand and took the fork, rather cautiously. She continued to stare at the plate of waffles, and slowly, cautiously reached it into the limp, undercooked looking piece of dough, and lifted her hand again, bringing the now filled fork to her nose, sniffing the bit of waffle cautiously.
Finally, finally she opened her mouth, and put the bite into it, frowning slightly as she chewed.
It was…it was much different from what she was expecting. It was not as terrible as she had anticipated…but that did not mean that it was good. And it certainly did not mean that she would ever subject herself to eating one again.
After swallowing the slightly cold waffle, Kat raised her eyes back to Mags and held the fork back out. “How…interesting.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 2:30 pm
Margaret Butler was on the edge of her seat. There, directly in front of her, sat the newest fan of waffles in the entire world. She may not know it yet, she may not realize the magnitude of amazingness she had just unknowingly put in her mouth, but Mags did. And that was all that mattered."Interestin' ain't the half of it. Wait until yew try it HOT." With that cue, one hand rose up and waved wildly, catching the attention of Maud the waitress, who pretty much already knew what to expect with Mags' ordering habits. "Make 'em two stacks this time, ma'am!" the blonde was quick to correct, before the old codger ducked her head back into the kitchen to relay the order to Cook. It took several minutes before the plates arrived, both teetering towers of fluffy leavened dough placed before the two girls as though they were Waffle House royalty. Shoving the bowls and saucers of topping options, she grew even more excited. "TRY THESE!!!!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 8:09 am
To be perfectly honest, Kat was alarmed and had absolutely no idea what was going on, or what she was in for, or anything. One moment she was handing back the fork, and the next it seemed that she had a tower of these…waffle impostors in front of her, steaming and filling her nose with their greasy aroma.
“I don’t…” She began to argue, but finally resigned herself to just try one that was hot. She could do that much for this girl, at least. Maybe. For now. She was glad she had been given her own set of silverware and picked up a fork and knife, taking a moment to once again cut a triangle of the now hot, pale fleshy waffle, and deposited it in her mouth, once again chewing and once again seeming terribly unimpressed.
She took a few more bites, trying each one in a different topping, one bite with syrup, one with the whipped cream, and the rest in the other bowls and saucers of…of sugary diabetes inducing…things.
Finally Kat just nodded. “Yes, very nice. Now, perhaps one day you should come and I will make you real waffles. What I know to be waffles, that is. They are…
Much better than these American…things, that was for sure…but she didn’t want to be too tactless. “…much different than these. You will see. When would you like to come and try them?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2016 8:39 am
Real waffles? Was this lady, as foreign as she sounded, implying that Waffle House waffles weren't the greatest waffles in the world? Possibly in this galaxy - maybe even the next? Challenge: accepted."Well, what we waitin' for, then?" The fork was slammed against the polished table, Mags' excitement clearly evident as she shot up from her side of the booth. The stack of waffles in front of her quivered, nearly toppling over and sending the butter flying across the table. "MAUD, GONNA NEED SOME BAGS." Possibly better waffles or not, she wasn't about to dismiss this scrumptious looking snack. If anything, it would make a plum delicious appetizer for whatever this gal thought she had cookin' in her own kitchen. Probably some french version of waffles or somethin'. Well, if that was the case, Mags was about to get some international waffle education. She reached for her back pocket, pulling out her wallet while the elderly waitress made her way over to the booth with two Styrofoam containers and a plastic bag. Mags handed her the last twenty in her wallet before cramming it back into her jeans - then the waffles into the boxes. It took only a moment to bag her treasure (perhaps she'd done it a time or two... or thirty), then she reached down and yanked the other girl up without warning. "Ready? Ya reckon' we need to stop by the store first?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 2:38 pm
Everything happened way too fast with this girl. She never had time to thing, never had time to react…and suddenly she was being told that they were going to go make waffles right now, and there she was, being pulled out of the restaurant without a word. “The store? Yes. We should visit the store, and I suppose I can make you the waffles today, yes.”
It didn’t seem like she had much of a choice, so with a resigned little sigh, Kat began trudging towards the nearest store, glancing behind her to see if Mags was following.
She supposed it hadn’t all been that bad…but it had all been strange. The waffles had all been strange, and she wondered if it had really been a good idea to go into that waffle house, and she was starting to realize that maybe it had not been the best idea…but there was nothing to do about it now, she just had to go with the flow. So go she did.Ghouliboo I SHALL START OUR NEXT CHAPTER. GET READY. BRACE YOURSELF. ILU.
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