"Eggos," Hopper said. There wasn't even a moment's hesitation. He hated the damn things. Thought they tasted like frozen cardboard. Butter, syrup, and whipped cream plus sprinkles helped, but it was more about the joy it brought El. He'd do anything for that kid, even suffer through eating cardboard for breakfast.
"For my kid. In case she shows up," he added. He didn't want Crowley thinking the waffles were for him. They were marketed to kids, after all, and he was hardly a child. "I want to have them in the house for her." He knew she'd be fine if he didn't have them, but he thought it would be good for her if he did.
So he would. He'd go through a hundred doors and a hundred haunted forests if he had to, just to get them for her.