Spencer immediately grabbed a hold of Daisy's subject change, clearly eager to get rid of the growing worries in his head. "Man, I love waffles." He said with excitement, "I haven't had them in years!" 
He grinned happily at Em who laughed at her brothers enthusiasm. "No, neither have I."
"What are waffles like? I've never had them." I asked curiously. Yes, I knew what they were, what they looked like and smelt like, but I'd never had the opportunity to try them.
Spencer gave me a incredulous look as we reached the door of the mess hall. 
"You've never tried waffles?" He asked quietly and looked at Em, clearly thinking I was delusional. 
She pushed open the door and let Spencer, Daisy and I through as she spoke, "How have you never tried them? They're like a staple in every Tilerian kids home."
"Yeah, well, not mine." I said, suddenly feeling a knot in my stomach. I could count on my two hands the amount of times I'd begged my father to let me try something outside of his usual grocery tendencies. I rarely argued with my father. This was just one of those things I'd missed out on. But I knew what they looked like that's for sure, I'd seen them once in a diner we'd been forced to stop in to one morning on a long trip west. 
There were so many families sitting in the booths, talking and laughing over their steaming golden waffles. My father and I sat in silence as he downed a plate of egg and toast, and I had watched, my mouth watering, each and every time the waffles were walked past our table by the cherry waiter. They were always handed off to another lucky child, his mom and dad showing their excitement as the plate was laid before their boy. I had to turn back to a bowl of plain soggy oats, like I did every morning, sitting in the deafening silence that always accompanied my father and I.