Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/29].

[howareyanow]

Depending on how they timed it, some of the breakfast goers might walk in to find Wayne not dutifully minding his pancakes at the stove, but, instead, a few steps over at the counter where he figured the best light was, his phone out, taking pictures of a stack of pancakes he had apparently mixed with food coloring so that they were rainbow-colored, and another stack of pancakes that were artfully sliced into to show that there were rainbow sprinkles inside, like he was setting them up for a fucking Instagram or Pinterest or Fartbook or whatever the fuck all else there was.

Not that he was actually posting to any of those things, because fuck social media, but he'd made the pancakes that way that morning fer Katy, and it didn't do much good, did it, if he made them fer Katy and then didn't even send her pictures.

They weren't good pictures, but they were good enough, and the pancakes themselves being good would more'n make up for it.

Even if Katy was only looking at them instead of actually eating them, but he knew she'd appreciate them all the same.

[[ open breakfast is open and colorful! ]]