Jeremy Darling was on a mission.

This morning, he'd woken up with a craving for waffles. Being a lazy kind of guy, he hadn't wanted to go all the way into town to get some, so he'd (in hindsight, somewhat misguidedly) opted for making some himself. It couldn't be too had, right? The Darlings' cooking staff did it, like, every single morning, so it couldn't exactly be rocket science. That thought in mind, he'd come down to the common room full of enthusiasm and optimism, even tying an apron he'd found around his waist, because wasn't that what you did when you were cooking? He thought he looked quite the breakfast chef.

But reality wasn't looking quite as rosy as what he'd envisioned after waking up. So far, he had managed to both locate and correctly identify a waffle iron. However, now he was really just... looking at it. Because he had absolutely no fricking idea about what exactly you needed for making waffles, other than a waffle iron. None.

His mission really wasn't going all that well, and he was starting to consider going into town after all.

[ooc: Post is open, boy is rich and clueless.]