"It's my dad's recipe," she says as she cuts a forkful of sugar and lime crepe off. "They were his favorite to make on Sunday mornings. I don't know what he adapted the recipe from though."

The bite of crepe makes it into her mouth and she immediately looks pleased.

"Oh. Your grandma's combination is nice. I like it."

She doesn't know why but there's something really nice about blending her dad's crepes with his grandmum's condiments.