[ For all intents and purposes, Baby is dressed to kill. That is, if you discount the apron is wearing on top of his outfit, but he's not going to get waffle batter all over his shirt right now, okay, he's working for something, here. He wants to impress, with his food making skills but also the fact that he can, actually, dress up a bit.
And he's dressed up the apartment, too - the table is made for two, and there are flowers and a couple of candles that he got at the same time as he got his brand new waffle-maker, which didn't come standard with the apartment - a travesty, if you ask him.
He's spent the afternoon making sure his batter was up to snuff. Joe would have given him tips and pointers, but Joe isn't here, so Baby's working a little blind, but he's pretty sure he's got to the perfect batter, and the chicken is ready to be deep-fried, and the sauce is warm and sweet and ready.
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And he's dressed up the apartment, too - the table is made for two, and there are flowers and a couple of candles that he got at the same time as he got his brand new waffle-maker, which didn't come standard with the apartment - a travesty, if you ask him.
He's spent the afternoon making sure his batter was up to snuff. Joe would have given him tips and pointers, but Joe isn't here, so Baby's working a little blind, but he's pretty sure he's got to the perfect batter, and the chicken is ready to be deep-fried, and the sauce is warm and sweet and ready.
All he needs, now, is for Kimberly to show up. ]