[He heated up his own food as he set it out on his plate, deciding to try it her way with syrup drizzled all over is bacon and waffles. Mm, bacon waffles. He remembers belatedly after they start eating that he has the wine, setting his plate to the side to open it and pour out two glasses, setting a bottom-heavy cup near her leg within reach.]

Sorry to you, babe, because we're not going back in time so you can smooch whoever invented waffles. You can smooch me as a proxy. It's totally the same.