Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/17].

[howareyanow]

It would just stand to reason that today was different, wouldn't it, what with how every Monday seemed to bring something new to this weird little place that left Wayne wondering a bit if something was just constantly being slipped into his morning coffee? So, just like nearly every Monday before this one, Wayne wasn't about to fuss too much about the bigger details quite yet, and he was mostly going to be glad that, when he went to the common room to get started on breakfast and opened the fridge, the food was back and, in general, he felt like that meant it was going to be a pretty good week overall.

This whole Monday morning breakfast tradition he'd gotten going, he realized, was not just about getting a good start to your day with making the most out of the most important meal of it. It almost seemed as if getting a good start on Monday morning breakfast was like getting a good start on whatever the week as a whole had in store for them.

And he liked that thought. A little bit of pondering and reflection was a pretty solid accompaniment to bacon'n'eggs.

And pancakes, too, of course.


[[ open breakfast is open! *obnoxiously rings triangle*]]