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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[howareyanow]

"Politics, then?" asked Wayne, who tilted his head curiously for a moment before his squint went a little disapproving, though not at Nina specifically, just the concept as a whole. "Don't care for politics much, myself. If you ask me," which she hadn't, but that clearly didn't matter, "seems a whole lot of fuss over a whole lot of nothing. It's always gotta be make a motion, second the motion. Why the fuck do you have to make a motion then fucking second it, when you can just, pitter-patter, get the fuck up, and move the fucking hangers yourself, instead of sitting around all fucking day with your horn in your hands, for fuck's sake."

Wayne's experience with politics, outside of dealing with the tribe, was mostly ag hall politics, and ag hall politics could just fuck right off.

[bookbeltof_love]

"I like politics," Nina protested. "It's really, like, interesting to get to see and know the ins and outs of how everything works and ties together??????????? Like, there's bad parts to it too, but seeing how hard Lady Teresa works to run Greenhill is just inspiring!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"If that's the case," said Wayne, "it sounds like Letterkenny could use a few more Ninas and Lady Teresas and a few less McMurrays...fuck, even if it's not, Letterkenny could still probably use a few less McMurrays."

[bookbeltof_love]

"What's... or where... is Letterkenny???????????????" Nina asked, not sure if she should.

[howareyanow]

"Oh, well, it's just where I'm from, is all," Wayne said, his tone a little humble about it, but his stance had squared with nothing but good old hometown pride. "Small town up north, in Ontario."

Not that he expected that to mean much to Nina, considering she'd admitted to not even having heard of Kansas before.

[bookbeltof_love]

She was too busy creeping on Vette and Prompto's worlds to learn much of the world Fandom was on!

"Must be a nice place," she said honestly, "if a guy like you comes from there!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

...aww. Even Wayne had to smile a little in appreciation for a nice compliment like that.

"Well, it's not perfect," he admitted. "Far from it." Too many McMurrays and skids and hawkey players for that. "But as sure as God's got sandals, it beats a whole lot of other places on this here green Earth."

Like the city. Or up-country. Or Ky-bec. Unless you're going fishing. Good fishing up in Ky-bec.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Well, no place is truly perfect, I suppose??????????????? But home is, like, home, you know???????????????"

[howareyanow]

"And there ain't no place like it," Wayne agreed, taking a moment to lift his glass of orange juice almost in a toast. "I'd drink to that."