Macey cringed at the knowing smile Smal gave them when they returned to the living cave. They'd had a quick nap to regain their strength, but now Macey was hungry and they'd decided to rejoin the kabouters.
"Any news yet?" Jared asked.
"Jerimiah is talking to his contacts just now," the kabouter woman explained. "He might be another few minutes. I made you some dinner. You need to eat more, dear, you're thin as a stick." That last sentence was aimed at Macey, who was having a hard time not to laugh. She wasn't a stick exactly, unless the stick had curves and boobs.
Jared sniffed the air and his eyes widened slightly. "Do I smell waffles?"
Smal laughed. "Of course. How could I not make your favourite dish when you finally come to visit again. First, some soup though, you need some vitam
