“Jude would do questionable things for waffles. He used to beg our cooks at boarding school to put them on the menu every week.” “Did he?” She’s a terrible actress. It’s obvious Jude got to her. She made bananas Foster waffles for him. I scoff as I shake my head at her. “I can’t believe you made waffles for Jude.” “Did you say my name?” Jude asks, strolling in from the side entrance.
