Aziraphale had just turned the bacon when he heard the raucous laughter of his husband and daughter as they barged into the kitchen.
"Papa!" Eden squealed as the angel found himself wrapped in his daughter's embrace.
"Good morning Little One." Aziraphale murmured as he gently grasped the hands that were wrapped around his waist.
"Good morning Papa." Eden replied, "How can I help?"
"You can start by not eating that waffle young lady!" Aziraphale said, catching Eden reaching for a plate stacked with a pile of blueberry waffles.
"Dammit." Eden grumbled.
"Language!" Aziraphale scolded. "I just got done preparing them and they are much too hot, you can have one once they've cooled off. But until then, you can make the toast."
Eden grabbed an entire loaf of bread, which Aziraphale had baked himself, and with the help of Crowley, began to slice it for toast.
And when neither of them was looking, Eden swiped blueberry waffle. It was still piping hot but it was definitely worth it.
Absolutely scrummy.