Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [10/26].

[howareyanow]

Wayne wasn't sure he should've told those dancing pumpkin people who pretty much just danced their way on in, grabbed themselves some breakfast, and then danced their way right back out that some of the pancakes that morning were, in fact, made with pumpkin, but they (and the skeletons) kept occasionally dancing back on through fer more, so at this point, he figured they probably knew, but he made sure to keep the cans of pumpkin he was using out on display if they want the hint without him having to go and make things awkward.

As if a buncha random pumpkin people and skeletons prancing in through the common room to grab breakfast and then prance their way right back out wasn't awkward enough already.

He just made breakfast. It wasn't his place to ask questions. 'Specially since he knew those questions likely didn't even have any answers...

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]