As promised, Maya was all about whipping up some waffle-y goodness for both herself and her boys in the morning. Half because food was love, and she wanted to get some Tiny Time in before she and Tay headed out on their slightly longer-than-usual expedition, and half because since it was a longer-than-usual expedition, she wanted to be sure that the lists were gone over in more detail. It was go-time jitters and she knew that Tay would understand that it was far less a worry about his work and far more said jitters presenting itself as bouts of over-preparation.
But that was later. Right now was about her taking over the kitchen and stirring up the batter while singing to Sammy and getting him to dance along in his rolling walker with her shimmying, letting the dad-type actually have some time to wake up and do his thing sans the mini-him. "Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes!" She paused though, grinning over at the toddler. "Well, waffles anyway. Right, SamSam? Waffles are better. More places for syrup." Which was the most important thing, obviously. The kid had no idea what was going on, beyond the fact that Titi Maya was being silly again, but he was giggling and being amused by her antics.
Pouring the batter into the waffle-iron, she turned her full attention on the boy and started a casual conversation. "We get to go be explorers again soon, you know. But your daddy will be back before you know it. With all sorts of stories that we'll tell you when you're older. He'll tell you his side and I'll tell you mine. You can figure out which one's true, right?" That said with a firm nod once before snickering. "Which is mine, obviously."
The process of making waffles was repeated, as was parts of the song from a cartoon she watched, until there was a nice, fluffy stack waiting to be eaten. The last one was made softer than the others and was sitting out to cool down so that the critter-boy could have his very own.