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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 8:50 am
Ekaterina didn’t celebrate Valentine’s day. She honestly thought it was a stupid thing, and only existed to make those who didn’t have mates feel bad about themselves and cry. It was a holiday perpetuated by the chocolate industry designed to make people feel bad about themselves. A trick and a trap, and she did not like it.
But for some reason, this year she found herself preparing for it. Sort of. Of course, she was lying and saying to herself that the date had no reason, she didn’t need a reason to invite Mags over. They were friends. Mags was her best friend. And that alone was reason enough. Of course…she had gone and bought an American-style waffle maker and had been perfecting how to make the light and fluffy waffles that her friend loved, but that was something everyone should do for their friends, clearly.
She just cared. That was all.
The text that she had sent Mags was absolutely to the point too, nothing fancy or exciting, just a few simple words, like everything that Kat said.
Mags Wafflegirl Mags. Waffles. Come for dinner.
Simple and easy to understand…because she still despised the English language. It was just…
…boring.
And tricky, and she hated that.
There were stacks upon stacks of American waffles, warming in the oven, then quite a few plats of her own style waffles, and finally, for dessert, another batch of pizzelles, thought this time she had included some mini chocolate chips to push them above and beyond.
It was the perfect Waffle palooza.
Because they were friends.
And this is what friends did.Ghouliboo Wtf how did this get here?????????????????????? <3
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 9:49 pm
When her phone had buzzed on her coffee table, Mags had stared at it oddly. She'd watch it buzz three more times before deciding to pick it up, after wondering if her phone had been malfunctioning on its own. When she saw the little text message, she found herself being caught off guard - texting? Someone had texted her? Aside from Dan, who'd been busy with her last year in high school, no one bothered to message 'ol Mags about anything important. She mostly just patrolled, went to work, patrolled some more, went home. Every now and then there'd be a dab of social life, but nothin' that ever warranted a text message from anyone. Smackin' the button, she smiled as she read the tiny font. Waffles? For Dinner? Well, she didn't have to ask her twice about that invitation! Punching back an BE RITE THER, she donned on her boots and dashed out the door. She dashed back a moment later to actually lock her apartment door, then returned to dashing out to the bus station that she knew made a stop near her buddy's apartment complex. ~ Mags had never been much for the holidays - if she even remembered they were happening, that is. At Crystal, the girls would giggle and pass around Valentines to everyone in their class, decorate their doors with hearts and little brats with bows 'n arrows and whatnot, but Mags hadn't really minded things. She got to eat chocolate and that seemed pretty alright, though what the fuss was with finding dates to go out with.....eh. There ain't nothing wrong with going out with oneself if there ain't nobody to go out with, as far as she was concerned. Arriving at her destination, one confident fist rose and rapped on the door five times, timed coincidentally with the rhyme shave and a haircut. The smell of waffles wafted under the door and she could already feel her stomach growling - what a wonderful surprise this was!
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2017 11:08 am
Kat couldn’t hide the grin that formed on her face when she heard the knocking…that was Mags, she was sure of it. Quickly, before opening the door, she finished setting up the table, setting out chocolate syrup, Maple syrup and some strawberry sauce that she had just made, putting these items in fancy containers so it didn’t look like she had just pulled them out of the refrigerator, she stood back and looked at the table.
Carb city.
But…it looked good, and the candles were a nice touch…or were they too much?
…no. It was casual fancy. And it was fine.
She threw her apron into her bedroom and closed the door with a soft snap, before making her way to the front door and opening it. “Hi Mags. You came for dinner…I’m glad.”
Stepping aside, Kat motioned for Mags to enter and glanced at the waiting dinner table.
Hm. She had that dub indigestion feeling again. What a bother.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 9:12 pm
While the smell was simply divine, Mags at least had enough manners as a guest to acknowledge the hostess with a giant bear hug upon entry. "Ah'm glad to see you too, Kat!" Arms squeezed tightly around her friend, but not tight enough to do any actual damage to the other girl. Mags knew her limits and hurting a buddy over a hug was not on the agenda for the evening. Waffles were. Blue eyes blinked at the spread sitting behind where Kat stood, off in the distance, all decorated on the table and awaiting the two ladies. Someone had gone to such trouble to make it look like a fancy dinner... for her? She'd thought she was just swinging by to join in on Kat's pre-planned evening of fluffy breaded delight, but even to the blonde slowpoke it was plain to see that effort had been made that evening. "Why, this is purdier than a restaurant! Did you do this...fer me?" Stepping forward, she stared in awe at the options laid out in front of her. She'd thought of all sorts of wonderful toppings to go on the waffles, scattered around the center of the table, which was decorated with equally attractive looking candles. It was probably the fanciest presentation of waffles that Mags had ever seen! How had she ever gotten so lucky as to have someone in her life that was this nice?
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 7:23 pm
With the hug, Kat felt her heart rate speed up, and she idly wondered if perhaps she was about to have some sort of heart attack. It wouldn’t be that farfetched, after all she had eaten goodness knows how many of the waffled treats to make sure they were perfect…but having a heart attack was not in the plan, and when Mags released her, she cleared her throat nodding.
“Yes. Waffles. For you. Mags, my friend.”
Quickly, she moved forward, sliding out one of the chairs and gesturing for the curly haired blonde to take a seat. “I wanted…you happy.”
Oh boy. Now she was feeling hot and flustered. Perhaps it was time to visit a doctor, or something. Or perhaps she was allergic to Mags? That wouldn’t be a good thing…Mags was her best friend, being allergic to her defeated all purposes and would not bring her any level of happiness.
“It is a day for nice dinners in America, yes? So I made one for you.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 8:25 am
"Well ain't you just sweet as sugar. Ah'm honored!" She happily took the offered seat, plopping down ungracefully into the chair as she scooted forward. Glancing towards the array of condiments, she found herself momentarily puzzled by Kat's comment, her hand frozen in mid-air as it was outstretched for the chocolate. "Ah...Ah guess so? But if ya try hard enough, Ah bet any day would be a good day for a nice supper." Was today supposed to be some sort of occasion? Mags had thought that she'd just been invited over for a surprise dinner, but was she forgetting something important? It wasn't Thanksgiving or something, was it? Maybe her birthday? No... both of those were back in last year and she was pretty darn sure it wasn't time for Kat's birthday yet.... Once again finding herself distracted, eyes rose to settle on the other girl's rosy cheeks. "Hey there, are ya feeling okay?" Blue eyes widened in concerned - had her friend been slaving over a stove all the while feeling under the weather? Where were Mags' manners in all of this?! "Here, no, you need to be the one sittin' down." As if to emphasize, she rose from her chair and forcibly planted the other girl in the seat, pushing it forward as her hands gripped gently on the other girl's shoulders. "Now, there's no need for you to be doin' all the work - after all, you did all the cookin', the least Ah can do is help with the fetchin'!" Making her way into the kitchen, she grabbed two glasses from the cabinet. "What ya thinkin' about for a drink? Ah'll get it, won't take but a jiff!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:49 am
“No, no!” One moment, Mags was about to start eating, and the next, Mags was pushing her into a chair and talking about getting her a drink.
This was not how things were supposed to work.
Kat frowned, her eyebrows pulling together. “Mags…no, this dinner is for you. I am not ill.” She stood and crossed back to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out the drink she had made for the night…it had taken her a while, but she thought that it tasted good enough now. It was cereal milk. Made from using a sort of French toast cereal…not quite waffles…but she hadn’t been able to find any sort of waffle cereal so…
She had tried…though it was in vein. “I have the drink, sit Mags. Sit! It is…” She paused, trying to remember just how to say the word. It was too long to be one that she liked saying. “V..alemtimes day.”
There. She was pleased to have remembered that, and tugging on one of the blonde’s curls, ushered her back to the table. “Sit!”
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2017 3:07 pm
Puzzled, Mags returned to the table at the other girl's prompting. Valentine's Day? What in the world did the holiday have to do with either of them or the warm waffles sitting stacked and piled high on the table. Shrugging her shoulders, she retook her seat and promptly cut into the stack in front of her without a second thought. Judging by the warmth and the buttery flavor, there was little need for topping... not that it ever stopped the blonde, anyways. Reaching over, she retrieved some of the toppings and began the tradition of decorating her meal. Pulling each individual waffle up, she ensured that every piece was given an equal amount of attention, sugar and chocolate topping. The end result wasn't exactly aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but it made her stomach rumble somethin' fierce. Another bite in and Mags' mouth was echoing the sentiment of her stomach, letting off a loud, happy noise. "These are amazin', Kat. Ah'm feeling spoiled rotten, gal." She was so caught up in her own eating that she hadn't noticed the other girl starting in on her own stack. All she could think about was how marvelous the evening was and how perfect of a cook her friend was. An idea sprung to mind and she lit up like a firecracker. "Y'know, we should do this every year! Spend Valentines together, just like this. Ain't nothing as good as waffles with friends, right?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 8:41 am
When Kat slunk into her chair, she just watched Mags dig in to the food, grinning a little and then getting her own plate full. Well. She liked them. That was good. This had been a success…and she was asking to do this again the following year, and Kat felt her head nodding. “Yes. I would like that very much. We will do this much more often. I will learn new recipes for you, Mags. I will try new things and make you good food.”
Because honestly, she wasn’t going to let her best friend continue to eat at that horrible…Waffle House. She still had nightmares about that food.
“Happy…Waffle day. My friend.” She took a big bite then, and conversation was no longer needed.
It was waffle time.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 9:08 am
"Sounds like an a-okay plan, ma'am. And next time, we'll make 'em at my place." Granted, Mags' tiny apartment failed to look nearly as good as Kat's, nor were her dishes matching or of any sensible quality... but at the same time, Mags wasn't about to let her friend get stuck with all the cooking AND then all of the cleaning! No, they would experiment with new recipes and dinners (hopefully, of various waffle varieties) and do it all together. After all, that's what best friends were for, right? "Happy Waffle Day, Kat." With that, she shoveled another forkful of waffles into her mouth, the hefty stack sitting between them both soon dwindling down to nothing in a short matter of time.
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