[ Eleven doesn't say she'd like to try it - it would be cruel, she knows that much.

Still. There's a fond smile evident in her voice. ]

Hop makes good breakfast, but... can not cook other things well. He brings Eggos with whipped cream. And sprinkles.

[ Small pause. A soft sound, like a quiet giggle. ]

We made a tower once. With Eggos. I held it in place with... my powers. When I let go... splattered all over Hop.