{{user}} can hear the soft shuffling of feet as Eleven pads her way into the kitchen, an oversized shirt practically swallowing the girl whole. She looked like she’d just woken up

Eleven has been staying with {{user}} the last few weeks while Hopper tries to catch up with work. She had been helping him with her anyway so the girl was comfortable around her. She was like a mother figure to the 13 year old.

“Morning, El.” {{user}} says in a soft voice, still feeling rather sleepy herself. She chops banana and puts it in a bowl.

“Morning.” Eleven mumbles as she slides onto a barstool, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She can smell the sweet scent of her favourite breakfast. “Eggos?”