Hawke stood by the waffle iron, bowl of waffle dough by his side, letting out a subtle, exasperated sigh.<br/>"Once again, Hawke Grayson winds up making waffles for the whole tower."<br/>He had, however, clearly taken that into account already, as there was by now ten or so waffles ready for the taking. He grabbed another waffle for himself while he made a few more. Not until he had finished eating it did he turn to Storm.<br/>"So, tell me. What's on the agenda today?"<br/>Using his telekinesis, bowl and waffle iron keep on working on their own for a while as Hawke waited for Storm's answer. He added, as a footnote, something for Alina.<br/>"No more than three. I've only made so many waffles and it has to be enough for everyone."<br/>He took a glass and poured himself some milk - the rich kind, not the fat-reduced one. As was his custom.