fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/06].

Well. Wayne figured he was getting settled into this new place well enough, though the whole island was pretty strange and a little fruity-loops. Worst of it all, though, was the complete lack of things to do. Wasn't used to not having things to do, not even on Sunday, as his family was never particularleh religious (who's got that kind of money?). But he did get a chance to check out the town; even without the castle, it was pretty surreal, and odd that it was somehow smaller than Letterkenny.

No chores. No planting. No nothing. And then he didn't even have any workshops until Tuesday. Fuck. What was he going to do with all this free time? Didn't much care for that. Free time.

Know what he could do, though? He could make breakfast. And not just some toss some flakes in bowl and hit it with some milk breakfast, but a real hearty farmhouse kinda breakfast. Had a decent kitchen in the common rooms, by the look of it, might as well make good use of it. Good selection of food and produce at the general store, got himself everything he needed for a good helping of eggs and bacon, pork sausage and hash browns, fresh fruit, mix up some batter for pancakes with some real maple syrup...

No French toast, though. French toast was just a waste of time.

Good way to start the week, really, and not a bad way to make an impression by feeding people, either.

Breakfast was on. Come an' get it.

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Wayne himself was hardly the bright and chirpy type in the morning, true, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate that some people might be. Better bright and chirpy in the morning than lazy and draggin' your feet. In his book, that showed some decent character, and he nodded to the girl as she breezed in, giving the pancake he was working on a careful, studied flip.

"'Morning," he said. "How are ya now?"

"Not too bad," she said easily. "I've got, like, class in a bit, but I'm kind of looking forward to it?????????? So that should be nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because she really was interested in what a grumpy bus driver was doing teaching about a tao of a bear.

"I'm Nina," she offered, "are you, like, one of the new guys????????????"

She knew he was, since she didn't recognize him, but it seemed rude to just say so.

There was a little bit of a twitch (a twitch that would likely be pretty recurring) as the girl seemed to skip right over a crucial part, but he knew he should get used to that, people just spoke differently around here. But, again, he nodded, a bit stiffly but friendly enough.

"Can confirm," he said. "Wayne. Good to meet ya. How 'bout a little breakfast before your class, there, Nina? Most important meal of the daaay. Got plenty. Start ya out right."

"Well, like, if you're sure????????? I wouldn't want to impose!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina had come up with the sole intent of imposing but still.

"It's nice to meet you too!!!!!! How are you doing???????????"

"Oh," said Wayne, blinking up momentarily at some random spot on the cupboards, "not so bad. And it's not like I'm gonna eat this all myself."

He nodded to a stack of plates on the counter that he'd set out precisely because he wasn't planning on eating it all himself. Of course he could, he was a big guy with a healthy appetite, but that wasn't the reason why he'd made so much.

Then, after a moment, after nodding, he seemed to think about it a little bit and wondered if it would be more polite in this situation to serve the food rather than have people help themselves. Bit different rules, probably, in a dormitory than a farmhouse, but he wasn't sure what those rules quite were yet. Still, didn't hurt to be extra polite in times of uncertainty, and he'd just finsihed up with that pancake, so he got a plate and regarded Nina curiously.

"Anything in particular you like? Don't like?

"When it comes to breakfast, there's really no way to go wrong," Nina said, smiling.

Well, there were ways to go wrong, but from the smell of things nothing seemed wrong here.

"But, like, you don't have to serve me?????????????? I wouldn't want your food to get cold either!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Wayne didn't so much shrug as he did just sort of...twitch his shoulders slightly, move his head a moment to the side, and pursed his lips just a bit. "Can always make more," he said, since he was halfway to serving her anyway and you never just left a job half-done, and he took to putting a little bit of everything on Nina's plate for her. "And there's a microwave. I don't mind."

And then there was a plate of a little bit of everything being offered out to Nina, with quite possibly the world's smallest smile, especially on a face so broad.

"On your own for beverages, though."

Though he supposed he could make up some Caesers. Especially since it was hard to see a Caeser and not want a Caeser.

But they probably frowned on drinking in the dorms. Especially at this earleh in the ah-em.

Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/06].

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