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]

...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."