My mom makes them for me. [She's not sure when little things started meaning so much, when sharing tiny pieces of her life feels like opening herself up and leaving herself vulnerable. It's probably the city, she thinks, because she's always been private, but she's never guarded her stories quite so desperately until now.

She probably wouldn't have even realized if Ellie hadn't gotten under her skin and made Steph want to share.]

If we can't find any, I'll try to make you some. Might not be the same without a proper waffle iron, but I'm sure I can work something out.