Much better than falsetto, Corrie thought as she flicked a waffle out of the iron and handed it to a customer. Although she maintained that the falsetto would've been hilarious. Or if she'd got him to yodel or something like the O'Carolan boy. But this attracted a lot more people for her to sell waffles to, and he could probably keep this up a lot longer than any of her other ideas, so she'd forgive him the vanity of wanting to sound at least a little good while he was making a dope of himself.
For the moment there were no more customers offering her money, and the waffle iron was busy cooking up its next, so she took the time to do a little dance, twirling to show off her skirt. Shades of Rumbleroar - if you had a chance, dance.