Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/12].

[howareyanow]

Anyone who knew Wayne on any of these sorts of weekends knew that he, uhhhh....he didn't care much fer kids, and there was a good chance that by the time Monday rolled around, they'd all be gone, anyway, but you never really knew around here, so he was bracing himself to need to provide a few more extra pancakes and a few more eggs than usual that morning fer breakfast.

And trying not to think too much on the fact that he'd had a kid show up on a weekend like this before, but was spared that particular experience this year.

Made sense, though, if you thought about it.

What with graduation right around the corner, an' all...

[[ open breakfast is of course open! ]]

2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[apocalypsehow]

Well, Five had survived a 'family dinner' yesterday. Which was possibly the most shocking part of the whole weekend.

Oh, and Tim was still here.

Five sat in one of the chairs, staring at where the child-shaped mannequin was sitting across from him. "I can see your mother in you," he decided.

Tim continued on being a mannequin in response to that.

[so open]