[ he accepts the pen without looking up, eyes narrowing just a little as he focuses on scrawling eggs without punching straight through the paper on accident. luckily, he's working with thick, expensive paper with his initials beautifully illuminated at the top; bruce had left reams of it at the tower as a surprise gift for when they got there. donna had teased him about it mercilessly.

without missing a beat, he says, ]

Everyone knows waffles are just bargain bin pancakes.

[ and shoots her a grin as he drops the pen back into her bag, keeping the list in hand for a reference. ]

I know you will, [ he says sweetly, one of those rare moments completely free of bullshit that only seem to happen around donna. ] Besides, do you even have stoves on the island? Impressing you isn't going to be hard.

[ ...and then he immediately ruins the moment. anyway. he shrugs at her assessment of where they should've started, looking back at the list. ]

Bacon, because someone said she'd die if we went one more day without. And, uh, some hamburger meat.