Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/10].

[howareyanow]

Wayne was starting to wonder why he even bothered going shopping for what he'd need for Monday Morning Breakfast anymore, when it seemed that the island was just going to decide to do fuck-all with it and he'd have no idea what sort of options he'd be walking into. He did realize, though, as he opened the fridge in the common room and let out a low rumble of a disapproving growl, that he could pretty much tell what sort of week they were gonna have based on the contents therein. The cupboards weren't looking too great, either. Slim pickings, this morning...

Welp. He'd just have to make do, trying to think of a good way to stretch just a little, so there was an attempt made to liven up some instant oatmeal a bit and he felt he could stretch out some pancake batter pretty well. There was a block of some pretty frosted over pork sausage tucked way into the back of the freezer; not the best option, but it'll have to work...

Not his best breakfast, by a long shot, and that sort of made him a bit cranky, even if he figured it wouldn't be all that bad considering the state of everything else. That just sounded like an excuse, though. Wayne didn't much care for settling on 'not that bad.'

The worst part of it, though, was the fact that all they seemed to have for syrup was Mrs. Buttersworth. Because that didn't just seem like an Island Thing. That one felt personal.

[[ open breakfast is open! They're messing with my work schedule again these next few weeks, so SP's the play fer me until later, but BREAKFAST ]]