Will thanked the waitress with a shy smile and exchanged the textbook for his plate. Both steaming portions contained food typically consumed in the morning, though his was pancakes rather than waffles. Breakfast had always been a very comforting ritual as he associated it with love and family. Whether it was Jonathan or Joyce cooking he had never been bundled off to school without sitting down to a home-cooked breakfast. It was a happy accident that El's favorite food was something that Will also enjoyed. This had become yet another bonding experience for the two.
Both his eyebrows and the corners of Will's mouth quirked up at El's response. For all that he was abundantly creative he generally kept fiction and science isolated in his mind. Turning the latter to such unusual angles rarely occurred to him. He rather liked it. "I don't think you can cook light, exactly. But I don't know, maybe it tastes like waffles to the flowers. How do you think Eggos made of light would work?" As was his peculiar custom Will cut a large piece of sticky pancake and nibbled on the edge while regarding El attentively.