See this sexy beast?
This, my dear children, is a stroopwafel, a Dutch waffle 2.0. Consider this: two thin, soft, wafer circles sandwiching delicious, warm, oozing syrup. Literal heaven. You can also buy them at grocery stores, but they’ll never be as good as the real thing warm.
These things are the best.
Imagine the crew in the streets of Ketterdam, taking shelter in a cafe from the rain. They’re all sitting at a small table, lit by some candles, and indulge in a few bites of warm stroopwafel. Jesper notices a bit of syrup on Wylan’s chin, and brushes it off with his finger. Nina slowly savouring hers; by the time everyone else is finished, she’s only had a couple of bites. Mathias watching the way she closes her eyes and how she focuses on the sweet taste. Inej joking that Nina loves stroopwafels more than Matthias. Nina giggling and agreeing. Kaz broodily staring out the window, staring at the rain, not touching his. Looks down to his plate a minute later to find it gone and in Inej’s mouth. They all laugh at his bewildered face. They laugh by the light of the candles and warmed by the treats and the fire. The laughter is a smoldering coal in their hearts, warming them from head to toe.