[ Eleven's face scrunches up briefly, as if trying to puzzle something out. ]
Waffles. With whipped cream. And sprinkles. And chocolate syrup. And... I really wanted Halloween candy. But I didn't get any. Not allowed to trick-or-treat.
[ Welcome to that mostly nonsensical answer that lacks any and all context and is of no help in terms of shopping for sweets here. Eleven already makes liberal use of the waffle iron Tony made her, and can often be found making stacks of waffles in the kitchen.
After a moment, she turns her puzzled, unsure expression up to Nancy. ]
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Waffles. With whipped cream. And sprinkles. And chocolate syrup. And... I really wanted Halloween candy. But I didn't get any. Not allowed to trick-or-treat.
[ Welcome to that mostly nonsensical answer that lacks any and all context and is of no help in terms of shopping for sweets here. Eleven already makes liberal use of the waffle iron Tony made her, and can often be found making stacks of waffles in the kitchen.
After a moment, she turns her puzzled, unsure expression up to Nancy. ]
What is. Arm-in-arm?