Harlow looked over her shoulder as she heard him laugh, offering him a warm smile. "Eh- semi-capable." She corrected, flopping his waffle on a plate. "Anytime." She walked over and presented him with his plain waffle. "Happy breakfast." She joked, setting the can beside him and sitting on the stool beside him as she did so.

"Better than incapable at least." He shrugged, grinning brightly. He rubbed his nose cuz now it felt off. He took the plate and looked at it quite happily. "Thank you. I hope you're as good of a waffle maker as you look. And if not I'm giving you one star on whatever airbnb site Ican find your house on." He threatened teasingly before he took his bite. He savored it, waving the fork around as though he wss judging it. "...five stars." He continued to eat.

"I don't know if that's supposed to be a compliment or not, but let's pretend it was." Harlow gasped at the last part of his comment, as if he had just stabbed his fork through her heart. "You wouldn't dare." She hissed dramatically, a hand over her heart. She proceeded to watch him in mock anticipation, jumping up as her waffles were approved. "Damn right. Would you like another one, Chef Ramsey?" She teased.

He giggled a bit, clearly amused by the childish and overractive antics. "I should pace myself for now before the waffle overwhelms me." He paused. "I might need your waffle recipe though these are damn good, Harlow." He added, and her name. Slightly to show he remembered it. Why did he want her to know? He wasn't quite sure, he was in the middle of being kidnapped after all. But that wasn't entirely the hugest issue at the moment.

Harlow smiled and sat back down. "You have more self control than me." She teased, blinking in slight surprise at the name drop, but perking up slightly because of it. "Sorry, it's a secret. That would require serious bribes." She joked, stretching lightly.

"I know right? I'm so awesome." He snickered. He gave her an offended look immediately. "You know who I am, what must I bribe you with for this recipe?" He mocked desperateness but still did want to know how those were made cuz it did not taste like any waffle he'd ever made. With or without whipped cream-

"So awesome." Harlow repeated sarcastically. She rolled her eyes at him. "I'll think about it. You try to come up with something." She huffed, ruffling his hair slightly since she may or may not have gotten a bit of whipped cream there by accident.

((PEHAH I imagine him making her one of those handmade coupon books for free hugs that children make for mothers day))

i have no idea what youre talking about but sure HEHA))
"I could buy you all the ice cream you want AND give you free hugs." He said giving her a very hopeful and also weird look. While still eating because he didn't want to not taste it.

Harlow gave him a skeptical look. "Hypothetically, If I accept, would this bribe last forever or is it temporary?" She asked suspiciously. She was determined to get a good deal.

He took a deep breath as if he had to contemplate this deal, he turned to her. "It would last as long as you want it to." He held his hand out to shake. He narrowed his eyes at her. Also skeptical. The shake would seal the deal. He supposed if she accepted he'd be a hug slave for the dest of eternity probably.