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

[howareyanow]

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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[bookbeltof_love]

Sure, Nina had class, but that was like second period and she was up before that and okay, so she lived on the floor below but who could resist the smell of breakfast?

Not Nina, that was for sure.

"Good moooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped, wandering into the room, bright-eyed and all smiles.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette's breakfast senses were tingling. And, not one to be cowed by the possibility that the person making said breakfast was going to be completely new to the sight of a Twi'lek (it wasn't like people didn't stare back home, either, though generally for completely different reasons), she was making her way into the common room, breathing in a deep inhale, and grinning.

"Something in here smells amazing," she mused, and then gave the guy a nod in greeting. "Hey."

[following_my_fishie]

Delirium followed behind Barnabas, who was heading right for the smell of bacon. She looked around a little absently. She saw the food on the counter and put her back to the wall, sneaking stealthily like a sneaky stealthy thing, inching along the wall toward the plates.