You turned on the waffle maker and set the batter down by it.
A figure came up behind you, wrapping arms around your waist, laying their head on your neck. Frisk.
"Whatta ya doin'?" They asked, tired.
"Makin' waffles. I'm hungry."
"It is one thirteen and you are making waffles."
"Yes, sit down."
They nodded and fell into a kitchen chair.
The iron dinged and you poured in some mix.
"Can I go ta bed?"
"Babe, ya want a waffle or not?"
"Yes I do."
You laughed softly and made a few more. You pulled out your syrup and set down the food.
Frisk pulled a waffle from the plate and ate it. You did the same. Waffles are delicious.
And after, you and Frisk went back to bed and snuggled. They were really tired, and it was super cute.
You kissed their head and took a bite of the waffle you snuck in.
"I wanna bite a' the waffle."
"Shh baby, sleep. I have no waffle. Sleep."
