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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/26].
Monday, July 26th, 2021 10:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
white_oleanderThe last time Astrid tried to make Monday Morning Breakfast, she wound up in a hole for two weeks, so she was pretty ready to take that as a sign that she just wasn't meant to carry on the tradition.
But she was up that morning and kind of bored and had some time to kill before her class, so...why not? She was back again, making a small batch of the usual fare that could easily get bigger if anyone wanted more, grabbed herself a plate, and went to sit at the table to enjoy it (and thr fact that it went without a single hitch) with a nice glass of orange juice.
The bland normalcy of it all was almost absurdity in and of itself.
[[ open breakfast is open! and I've surely cursed myself to get slammed now that I've actually managed to get most of the usual monday spam out ]]
But she was up that morning and kind of bored and had some time to kill before her class, so...why not? She was back again, making a small batch of the usual fare that could easily get bigger if anyone wanted more, grabbed herself a plate, and went to sit at the table to enjoy it (and thr fact that it went without a single hitch) with a nice glass of orange juice.
The bland normalcy of it all was almost absurdity in and of itself.
[[ open breakfast is open! and I've surely cursed myself to get slammed now that I've actually managed to get most of the usual monday spam out ]]