Whisking was actually sort of fun. Soren liked how it moved faster and seemed to glide through the liquid. He had to keep himself in check and make sure that he didn't send any of the batter over the sides of the bowl. As he whisked, he looked over at the size of the waffle iron to see how many he wanted. "Um, just two, please." He didn't want to be a glutton, especially not when they'd be topped with fruit and sugar.
"So," Soren smiled. "What else do you want to know? It seems like so much has happened since you left."