Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/08].

[howareyanow]

Welp.

Wayne sure hoped no one 'round here had one of those peanut allergies, because, boy, did he have some bad news for them.

Last week as a whole was pretty quiet, so Wayne was expecting at least another bit of tom fuckery around the kitchen that morning, and he was right. And it came in the form of a whole mess of peanut butter in the cabinets.

Walls of peanut butter.

Cabinets stuffed to the brim.

Drawers filled with those flat little plastic packets of 'em that you get at hotel breakfasts.

Thankfully, there were still plenty of the usual things behind all the peanut butter, but if you had all that peanut butter, it seemed a bit odd to just not use some of it, so he worked a bit of it into some of the pancakes, and even some crepes, and he was all fer anyone wanting to use it on regular toast, but anyone wanting to work it into some French toast could just fuck right off. Who had time for that?

(Well, technicalleh speaking, he had no Monday classes, so he did. He had time for that, but fuck off anyway).

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