"You just gave yourself away." She smirked triumphantly as she reached into a cabinet under the counter and got out the waffle iron. For as long as she could remember, they'd never had "Eggos" in her mom's place, so she was pretty sure there wouldn't be any this time, either. "But other than that, I always know when you've done a spell. You've got a tell." It was a word she'd learned from Eames when she was twelve and he had taught her how to play poker.
When he pointed out the drawings, she moved over to them and rolled her eyes. "God, yes, that's you. I forgot my drawings used to look like that." She shook her head with a grin, pulling open the fridge to start getting out the ingredients to make the waffles from scratch. Her artwork had developed over the years quite a bit, thanks to Ariadne and Eames, and she was now a very good artist.
With a smirk, she reached out and snagged the other strawberry half from his hand and slipped it into her own mouth, then turned back towards the counter.