Ten ack-emma, or so. You were out for fifteen hours. [a novel he knows Aaron has read had a hard-bitten police chief use 'ack-emma' for "a.m".

The second waffle came out a bit ago, a little burnt where the banana mixed in disagreed with the metal. Julien has also brought out a blenderized mush of strawberries.]

You want this? There's butter and stuff if you don't like them with fruit. And stick the soup thing in the sink, will you? There is a dishwasher, thank God.