[ Wow, okay. So clearly Eleven has lived through some...thing because no kid her age should look this scruffy unless they're living on the street. Which is possible, but not likely, he thinks.

She'd know more about money if she was homeless, right?

Either way, Caleb jogs over and stops nearby. Not trying to be all up in her space, though. Everyone deserves personal space. ]

Birthday is the day you were born, like the date in the year? And then every year you're supposed to have a party or some kind of acknowledgment that you're still alive and kicking. Not everyone does, though.

Interested in some homemade, old school waffles?