Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/13].

[howareyanow]

Yes, there were tiny humans running around the island all amuck and energetic (and, in his experience so far, loud), which definitely gave Wayne pause about Monday Morning Breakfast, because it just seemed like a recipe for a kid trap if he ever heard one, but Monday Morning Breakfast was tradition, and you didn't fuck with tradition, and he'd managed to pull through Monday Morning Breakfasts in worse conditions than these before...

...though not worse by much!

And no, he was not going to be making any silly kid-shaped or kid-sized pancakes or bringing out the sugar cereals with the cartoon characters on the box or any sort of nonsense like that. Kids were just little people but more terrible, and so he was going to treat them like he would anyone else, because making consession fer kids like that didn't do 'em any favors and just made them soft.

Kind of like sitting.

Honestly, though, Wayne was just sort of hoping it was all over now that it was Monday and things would be back to normal again, starting with nice, normal, non-kid-influenced breakfast.

[[ and open as always, even if I'll be sloooooow until later! ]]

The Roof, Monday Afternoon

[cypher_can_fly]

Well, Owen had learned one very important lesson these past 48 hours: he was absolutely, positively, totally not ready to be a father.

Still, that wasn't any reason to be weird about it, right? Or at least... weirder... than... a certain treshold of weird. Yep. Yes.

"Picnic on the roof," he declared, gesturing broadly at the spread - picnic blanket, basket, food - he'd put down on the roof. He grinned sunnily at Anya and gave her a thumbs up. "Dig in!"

Oh, please have this work.

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