Eleven shook her head. "No. Only Eggos." She knew what butter was, but she had never had syrup. Papa didn't allow her many treats, and carefully limited her sugar. Not that she knew that. She only knew Eggos were a special treat that she didn't often get to have.
The man she called Papa exacted precise control over every aspect of Eleven's life. Or he had done so, before she escaped from the lab. She had been wearing nothing but a hospital gown, the oversized T-shirt Benny had given her was an improvement. He hadn't had socks or shoes for her either, but he'd done what he could.
"No phone calls," she told him. "No Child Services." Benny made that mistake. And now Benny was dead. Eleven didn't want to see anyone else die because of her. "Eggos only." She didn't want to put him in danger, and she was convinced that he would be in danger if he stayed with her.