He smiled. "One waffle and one chocolate milk, coming up. And you don't need to pay for it since this is your first time here." He quickly got to making the order. Once he was finished, he set the plate with the waffle on it on the counter, as well as the cup. "Did you want butter and syrup on the waffle?"

"Yes please! And thank you. By the way, do you know my mom? She's tall! And she looks like me! Her name is my name, too! I'm Irina, although mommy says that my name is Arianna. It's funny." [i]Something seemed off, considering that A: The child looked exactly like a seven-year old Irina, and B: Her name was literally Irina.[/i] [i]Pocketing the wallet, she waited for Quincy to apply butter and syrup, a joyful grin upon her young face. For someone that seemed to have been the child version of Irina, she was extraordinarily happy. [/i]

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know your mom. Tell her I say 'hi'." He finished decking the waffle out with butter and syrup (in that order) and hands the plate to her.

"Thank you, sir!" [i]Arianna carried the plate tightly and sat down at an empty seat, beginning to eat. Judging by her facial expression - she absolutely loved it. [/i]