Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
it's a lot easier to be optimistic and shit when a hot girl is feeding you and giving you the strap ok
anyways yeah like
she fucked me with a strap for the first time last night and it was really good
like really really good
did i mention that
it was so fucking big and it filled me up tighter than the immense meal we just had
fuck if i do that more i'll get too horny and want to get off and then will probably be interrupted by breakfast so i should probably not
aaannnd breakfast is in fact ready so see you guys later
She gets the door.
And she is escorted to breakfast.
Today it's going hard on the waffle accoutrements. "Morning! I got my stolen preternatural waffle maker working again, it's temperamental but should chug along for the meal." She is sprinkling chocolate chips and bacon bits into the batter that's spreading into the nooks and crannies. When she closes it, there's a big puff of steam and a beep, and she opens it up to reveal a perfectly golden brown waffle that apparently cooked instantaneously.
"I have a feeling making waffles instantly is a massively inefficient use of whatever technology this runs on."
"Take it up with the professor! His kitchen was full of things like this but most of them I never did get working for me."
"Not my problem, in any case."
Katie fills her plate with a couple of other items while she waits for Mo to finish making her waffles.
Oh, she's done with the waffle iron, at least for now. Seems like she makes one waffle at a time. She's heaping it with whipped cream now.
Katie keeps it simple with just some bacon bits in her waffle and maple syrup on top.