It is. I quite like that and cookies and cream.

[ the very thought just makes her lick her lips and she thinks she can already smell her waffles across the bar. that might be a family trait, those chocolate senses.

her eyes follow a tray move over the tops of heads until the waiter sets it down on another table full of card players and she turns to him again. ]

I daresay I hadn't expected to find myself here when you messaged me this evening.