Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/27].

[howareyanow]

Even though it'd only been a week since things had been a bit fruity loops around here, a part of Wayne was almost feeling like things had been too normal, and weren't that an odd thought just there? But he'd been here on this weird little island for over a year, it wasn't really that surprising that he'd get acclimated to its quirks and whims and feel a little compelled to have something a bit more interesting than the normal sometimes fer his Monday mornings.

He thought about messing with the pancake batter with colors or sprinkles again, but that didn't have quite the same appeal when he knew Nina wasn't likely to be around to complain about them.

He'd done crepes, he'd done omelettes, he'd done quiches, he'd done breakfast pizzas, even. He'd almost felt like he was running out of new ideas....

...which, in turn, only reminded him that, realleh, if it weren't broke, then why bother go fixin' it, and time would come 'round where he'd have no choice but to do something different and weird because the island was actin' up again, so he should appreciate the simple while he could, nodded resolutely, and, with that small little morning insight, got to cooking.

Only to discover that all his pancakes appeared to be coming out of the pan with faces on them.

"...well, fuck."

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