Victor's eyes travelled to the waffle iron as he went to pull dinner out of the oven. He smiled fondly at the memories. "I used it the other day when- Wait, no!" Victor turned around, his cheeks flushing red. He never minded teasing, nor was he ever upset about being slightly embarrassed. Still, he waved his hands around in the air to signify it wasn't what she thought.
"No, no, my friend stayed here for a day or two. She's been going through a hard time and apparently the best therapy is to go through my kitchen cupboards and then make waffles. She didn't know. I can't say I minded seeing it again though."