Mason raised his eyebrows. Apparently there were people in the world who didn't know what waffles were. That was just fucking wrong.

"Uh..." the reaper started, scratching behind his ear. "They're like... um... like pancakes. Sort of flat and bready, but you put them in a waffle iron, so they have a funny shape. Like, round, but with... with dents in..." He gestured uselessly, stabbing the air with his finger to represent the dents.

"C'mon with me. I'm just going to the kitchen. You can see waffles for yourself, mate," he suggested, and began walking backwards down the hallway, watching to see if the weird waffle-not-knowing fellow followed him.