Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [12/02].

[howareyanow]

Wayne had been here long enough that, well, he could sort of regard something like all this chocolate in literally every single cabinet of the kitchen was something that could be turned into a 'life gives you lemons' situation, only it was with chocolate and not lemons.

Which was why the pancakes that morning were chocolate, and Wayne whipped them up alongside a few prepared defenses for said chocolate, knowing how sometimes Nina seemed to get a little squirrely about him actually deviating from his usual and making a fuss about it (and then turning right back around and likeleh accussing him of being too stubborn and stuck in his ways!).

It should be noted, though, that each and every pancake had precisely five pieces of chocolate in it. One at each corner, then one right in the middle, because anything more than that was just dessert.

[[ open breakfast is open! and posted before 8am my time because, apparentleh, if it's not posted by then, people start lookin' to steal it ]]