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"Hey Roxy?" asks Mason, leaning halfway over the chipped Formica tabletop. He grins. "What's your favorite sort of waffle?"
Roxy glares back at him. "This is oatmeal."
"I know. But if you had to choose?"
"If I had to choose… Pecan Royale, extra chocolate, hold the whipped cream."
"Very nice," says Mason. "How about you, Daisy?"
"Blueberry. Y'know, Mason, it wouldn't kill you to occasionally eat something healthy."
Daisy proffers her side of fruit, but Mason bats it away. Then he turns to George. "How about you, darling?"
"These waffles," George says, mid-chew. "You?"
Mason brandishes his fork. "Me too!"