Waffles

Whoever invented hair dye deserves all the world can give them. Yellow and black looks alright to me, although it's a bit... distinct. I think it could be a look if I keep putting effort into outfits that don't clash too badly though. And with that thought in mind, I turn to go to my room but change my mind, instead heading to the kitchen to make the waffles that I bought ingredients for earlier. Once again, the stairs are an issue, but with only slight difficulty I manage to get downstairs. Thankfully, my speaker is still downstairs from making dinner the other day, which I am very glad about. I did not at all want to go back upstairs and down for music- although I certainly would. I love music when I'm cooking. Flicking through Spotify, I search for the right playlist for the moment, settling on one that's mostly songs about dysphoria. The first song is one I know well and really love- 'Chaotic Gender Neutral' by Murder Person For Hire. And the album art is just... incredible. It's the best.

With music playing loud and my hair coloured, I put on an apron and start to pull out everything I need for the waffles. It's not the most difficult thing I've ever made, but it's made a bit harder by having to hobble around with one injured leg. It's not long before I have all the ingredients, and I pour the dry ingredients into a bowl. One problem. I dropped the flour, resulting in a mushroom cloud of pale dust covering myself and the floor. I've already used the flour, so I don't have to worry about not having enough, but now I have a huge mess to clean up. And the mess covering the floor makes it hard to get any traction, making my already precarious balance much worse. With a deep sigh, I resolve to ignore it until I'm finished cooking, a decision which I may end up regretting after it makes me fall to the ground. Which hopefully it won't, of course. Upon mixing my ingredients, a thought strikes- I could colour my waffles into a rainbow. Which of course, I immediately decide to do, with no thoughts for the ramifications. Ten minutes later, with seven bowls of coloured waffle mixture and hands stained every colour imaginable, the actual frying of the waffles begins. Which works perfectly, surprisingly. I soon have a stack of waffles that is easily a couple of feet tall and organised by colour.

I call this an absolute win- and I also call out that I have made breakfast. Which is not responded to at all. But the fact that this old house is at the very least a century old gives me an idea- a house like this most likely has a dumbwaiter. Which sounds really fun to use. And so, here I am, searching the kitchen for a small elevator, which is made far more difficult than it should be by a lack of mobility and the fact that most of the kitchen is covered in white powder. Right after I resolve that there must not have been one, I notice one of the tiles in the splashback is sticking out a bit. Upon pressing it, nothing happens, which is sad. I was really hoping that it was a secret button. However, it does slide in and out, so it must have done something- I try to grab it but can't get enough grip, so I grab a pair of tongs and drag it out, soon noticing it has a chain attached to it. Pulling the chain, the other side of the splashback slides up, revealing... the dumbwaiter.

Pumping my fist with excitement and vindication, I check the dumbwaiter to see if it's still usable after all these years. Probably not very usable, if its that old, but at the very worst I lose some waffles and a few pieces of crockery. At those odds, I'll happily take the risk if it means I get to use this thing. I carefully place a plate of waffles into the elevator and grab the pulley to drag it up, before thinking for a second. I walk out the front door, pick some daisies and put them in a glass, placing that in the tray as well. Then I pull on the chain to drag it up, not realising it's covered in grease. The black, sticky oily substance covers my hands and I wipe it off on my apron before looking for a crank or something similar. I locate a wheel to turn on the wall and spin it rather enthusiastically, causing the lift thing to shoot up a little too fast, making it wobble and crash against the sides. I wince, hoping everything is still fine and slowly pull it back down, seeing a slightly the worse for wear stack of waffles. However, they are still edible, luckily, and once again I send it upwards one floor, to where I'm pretty sure Its_Nothing_Personal has set up their room. But now I have a new problem. How do I alert them that there is food in the dumbwaiter? I can always message them on Discord- but they're probably sleeping, and the ping of a Discord notification is not enough to wake anyone up.