Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/13].

[howareyanow]

Wayne had not had a chance to get outside yet that morning, so he had, thankfully, not yet had to deal with trying to reconcile why they were in a jungle and why there was some dinosaur theme park shenanigans going on out there. Nope, he just got up, bright and early as he'd never really lose his internal farmer's clock, caught up on hockeyfights.com as he always did first thing before getting ready to start the day. And best way to start the day, of course, was with breakfast.

Especially when he owed someone crepes.

Now, Wayne didn't really know if Vette would appear like she had the first time around. He hadn't really thought to make them until this morning, and, after a tour of the kitchen to make sure he had everything needed to make them, from flour to fruit, figured even if she missed them, well, there wasn't exactly a thing as too many crepes, now, were there? He'd just make 'em again some other time, which suited him fine, since, fuck, what else was he going to do around here, anyway? So there would be crepes, and there's be toppings for the crepes, there'd be some more bacon and egggs and toast if little tiny super thin pancakes weren't really your thing.

It didn't escape his notice, though, that he'd gone and done pert'near the same thing last week, come in the kitchen, whip up some breakfast, and two times in a row was enough to make him think he might as well make it a tradition. He didn't have much to do on Mondays right now, and he always enjoyed a good tradition.

[[ work might eat me. might not. It'll be an adventure! Anyway, open! Come have breakfast ]]