Waffles No More

~Chapter 193~

Mae and Jasper enjoyed their time over breakfast, sitting at one of the more private tables on the back patio of Messa's restaurant. Mae had no idea how Messa had managed it, but he had indeed recreated the taste of a maple syrup drenched waffles. And while they had the signature wells and fluffy appearance of the large Belgium waffles Mae remembered, they were a reddish-brown hue instead of golden, and required no actual syrup.

Jasper wasn't the only one packing them away either as several times they watched Messa serve stacks of the waffles to other tables.

"I can't believe how good these are!" Jasper exclaimed; his mouth half stuffed full.

"I know, but slow down so you don't choke. Not sure the Heimlich maneuver will work on you," Mae replied, before chomping down on her final piece.

"What's that's?"

"A trade secret for saving the lives of humans that don't know how to chew and swallow proper."

"A medical thing?"