The brown-haired woman on a nearby couch has jeans, bare feet, and a Wonder Woman t-shirt. It seemed a day for it.

"I've got waffles! And blueberries and maple syrup. The real stuff, obviously -- Grade A, but nobody sells B in the city."

Which is a darn shame.

Because this is Milliways (sort of), the layout is convenient for the waffle-maker and batter and all to be spread out across the coffee table in front of the couch.