Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/10].

[howareyanow]

If anything particularly different was going on outside right now, Wayne didn't know about it yet and he'd mostly convinced himself that he didn't care, because it was probably weird and he was just better off going about his day as normally as he could.

And that included the traditional Monday morning breakfast. This would be his third week in a row; he felt that made it an official tradition, and he had no intention of fucking with tradition. Since Vette missed it last week, crepes were back on the menu, with all the fixins, as well as the eggs and sausage and bacon and all that other good stuff as one might expect out of a nice breakfast like this.

Sure, there'd been that brunch yesterday and all, but who ever really got sick of breakfast food in the morning, anyway? Not anyone Wayne would likeleh want to know, that was for sure.

[[ he is a creature of habit, through and through. Open! Breakfast is seeerved! ]]

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[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette... was maybe the tiniest bit dazed, today. She wasn't sure what day of the week it was, had just sort of woken up knee-deep in water somewhere between the dorms and town, where she'd been out late on Friday night, enjoying the jungles.

So it was a faintly soggy Vette who slogged into the common room, drawn by the siren call of pancakes and a general sense of off-ness and deciding that she couldn't face anything before coffee or something like it.

"Morning, Wayne," she offered, not quite her generally chirpy self just yet. "... Is there caf? I think I need caf."

Coffee, Vette.

[howareyanow]

"Vette," Wayne flipped a crepe easily in the pan, nodding to her from where he stood in front of the stove. "Morning."

His head then tilted toward the coffee maker. "Plenty in the pot already," he told her. "Help yerself. Fix you up a plate while you do that? I got those crapes we were talkin' about the other daaaaay."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Oh thank goodness," Vette murmured, making a beeline to get a mug. "I feel like I haven't eaten anything in days."

She glanced over at Wayne for a moment before she started pouring.

"So, how do they compare to your big fluffycakes? Now I'm all curious."

[howareyanow]

And Wayne, finishing up with the current crepe anyway, lifted it up with a pair of tongs so that Vette could see the incredibly flat and thin pancake herself. Even turned it a few times so she could appreciate it from all angles before it went on a plate.

"Now that," he declared, perhaps with the faintest suggestion of pride sneaking into his otherwise bruque monotone, "is a flatcake. How you want it? Fruit? Cream? Chocolate? Syrup? Chef's choice?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette did, in fact, take a moment to appreciate it. It truly was the flattest of cakes, after all.

"How about chef's choice to start," she offered, "since they're new to me anyway? And then I'll try some stuff for myself after I've sampled it the way you figure it ought to be."

[howareyanow]

Well, Chef's Choice, Wayne decided, would be a little sampler trio, anyway, one done up with berries and cream, one with chocolate and bananas, and one with maple syrup and nuts. But there were plenty of other paths to explore if that wasn't still enough for her. Crepes never did seem as filling as proper pancakes, no matter how much other stuff you put with them.

They were prepared methodically and quickly (with maybe just a touch of flourish thrown in there that he would pretend wasn't there) and then Vette had a nice plate with three different crepes all ready to go with some eggs and bacon on the side being handed over to her, served up with firm nod.

[bookbeltof_love]

"VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ohmygosh you're back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina did not fling herself at Vette, mindful of the kitten she had on her shoulders, but she was carefully getting said kitten off those shoulders to offer to Vette.

"Miss Dozy missed you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Miss Dozy was also wearing several brightly coloured ribbons because Nina hadn't been able to resist.

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette blinked. And then blinked again, setting down her coffee so that she could reach to take the kitten in question, not quite able to keep a look of total relief off of her face over the fact that Nina was talking to her again.

"I wasn't gone that long, was I?"

Overnight, at most?

"... Aww, but look at her! She's all fancy, ready for the weekend!"

She was going to be so irked in about two seconds.

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina blinked at her--registering that look of relief and tucking that away for consideration--while she processed what Vette was saying.

"Vette, like, ohmygosh?????????????????? It's Monday????????????? You were gone for days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[chirpchirpchirp]

And now Vette was squinting a lot.

"... You're kidding, right?"

Because what?

"It's not allowed to be Monday! I've been cheated a whole weekend!?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"It's totally Monday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina insisted, clasping her hands to her chest. "Like, I wouldn't lie about that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You missed the entire reunion thing that went on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[unusual_sith]

"Vette." Lana was really relieved to see her, even if she only sort of remembered why. "Good morning."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Morning, Lana," Vette greeted, offering her a little smile. "Monday morning, at that."

So weird.

So, so weird.

"How are things?"

[unusual_sith]

"Definitely odd." Lana had the urge to hug Vette, but she held it back for both their sakes. "And of course it's Monday; what other day would it be? Well, on this planet."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I dunno," Vette muttered. "I was walking through the street late Friday night, and then suddenly it was Monday morning and everything was wet, so I guess it would be unreasonable to assume maybe Saturday."

[bookbeltof_love]

"Good moooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina chirped as she wandered in, a be-ribboned Miss Dozy on her shoulders.

Third week definitely meant tradition and that meant, yes, that she was showing up every week too.

[howareyanow]

And three time's tradition almost made it tradition that Wayne would be wincing at that greeting every single time, too.

But save for the subtle wince and a few blinks, he wouldn't let it phase him from carrying on. "Nina!" he said, timing it with a perfectly flipped crepe. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I, like, think I'm doing pretty okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, smiling. "Did you hear radio?????????? It sounds like people are back to normal today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And how are you???????????"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhhh," the pause before the drawled-out sound and the rest of it was just enough to be considered a thoughtful hitch, "not so bad. Fix you up a plate?"

That was the easy part, the normal part, that he'd get through while trying to figure out whether or not to bother with acknowledging the other not normal part, liket he fact that people needed to go back to be normal anyway, and that the radio would tell them as much.

"Haven't really listened to the radio much around here," he decided to go down that path. "They good on reporting when things get a little..." He would forever be on a search for just the right word for it, "...wonky?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes, please," she said, since that was also part of the tradition and also Nina was hungry. "A bit of everything, if you don't mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I'll do dishes after!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Since, sure, why not also make that part of her Monday morning?

"And yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Radio is, like, super great for that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It can also be a bit straight, but it's really good for letting people know about things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And if there's ever an emergency, the notice about that tends to go out over radio too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[unusual_sith]

Lana stuck her head in, following the delicious smells. "I hear this is the place for breakfast."

[howareyanow]

Wayne always said that bad gas traveled fast in a small town, but it was good to know that good food did, too.

"Can confirm!" he answered, and a long stretch of the imagination might even say it was done brightly. There was no need to reach to pick up on the sense of pride in there too, though. "Lana. How are ya now?"

[unusual_sith]

"I'm well, even if this weekend was a little odd," Lana answered. "And yourself?"

[howareyanow]

"Not so bad," Wayne drawled easily, as he finished up with the next crepe, then offered, "Fix you a plate?"

[unusual_sith]

"That would be lovely; thank you. What is it?" Lana asked.