Thrid Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [02/08].

[howareyanow]

Despite the fact that there had been no Superbowl parties here in the dorms yesterday, to the best of Wayne's knowledge (or even any Puppy Bowl ones, although, fuck, he could watch Puppy Bowl all day!), the common room was all but overflowing with Superbowl party leftovers.

With no indication of the usual ingredients he picked up on Sundays when he could in sight.

And even though Wayne had, by now, started to expect this sort of thing, it still made him grumble quite a bit, be grateful he still at least kept an emergency supply of coffee in his room for days like this, and was glad he came a little bit prepared to try'n make the best out of the situation.

There were, at least, inexpicably, plenty of eggs, so he'd just have to lean into that while making the best of the leftovers.

He might be able to make a decent scramble with cocktail weenies, mebbe a little bit of guacamole toast, a potato chip frittata, and a chili burrito.

And, of course, the ubiquitous leftoever pizza.

All in all, he s'posed it could be (and had been!) worse...

[[ open common room, open breakfast! ]]