Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

[grayskollar]

Between the caffeine (thanks, Five!), Looking for Catra, and having a whole new island to explore, it was entirely possible that Adora hadn't actually slept since yesterday morning.

She had, however reached the point where she couldn't ignore the growling in her stomach any longer, and so, much grubbier and covered in bits of plant, she'd ended up back at the one place she was reasonably sure had something resembling rations. Currently she'd clambered up on a bench and was going through any cupboards she could reach.

[Open as common rooms are. SP due to work and timezones.]

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/11].

[howareyanow]

Having been only sixth six this weekend sort of messed up Wayne's usual shopping habits to get everything he'd need for his Monday Morning Breakfast, which was particularleh disappointing because Enola's request for baked beans last week had him lookin' to fix up something full and English. Now, sometimes, the island seemed to predict what he was lookin' to fix up and provided for him all the same, when he wasn't able to do the shopping himself, but this Monday was not one of those times.

All there seemed to be was some leftover sugar cereal and Poptarts.

Well, at least there was some coffee.

And mebbe he might be able to do something with this leftover pizza? Mebbe he should just put breakfast on hold for a small amount of time so he could get some proper food...

...or mebbe hope Nina showed up, and she could make do with what was in the fridge with that nonsense tom fuckery she called cooking...

...fuck a duck.

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