Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/01].

[howareyanow]

Wayne was very pleased to find that everything seemed to be as he left it in the fridge for breakfast this morning; in general, he'd been using that consistency as a guage for what kind of week they'd be having, though he knew it wasn't exactly a perfect method. It seemed good enough, anyway, to indicate that he'd at the very least have a good Monday, and he figured, around here, that was pert'near all you could ask for.

He wound up with another Monday without classes for this session, too, so he was ready to get up, check his fights on hockeyfights.com, and then get at 'er, sticking with the usual breakfast fare of pancakes and eggs and bacon and coffee and juice because, 'round here, it felt good to just sort of stick with something consistent when you could, since who knew what he'd have to go and improvise with the next week?

So far? So good.

[[ wayne is very upset with me right now because I seriously almost forgot about this this morning, lol. Open breakfast is open, as always! Come and get it! ]]

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[chirpchirpchirp]

It was a Vette with bonus glitter and a naked kitten draped over one shoulder like she owned the place who came meandering into the common room today.

"Hey, Wayne! How do things look so far?"

[howareyanow]

"Vette." Wayne was eyeing that bonus glitter with an air of wary skepticism, because he's just finished burning all of his glitter shirts and things were shaping out (he hoped) to be a relatively glitter-free set of workshops for him, and he'd rather like to keep things that way. "So far......"

Was it a dramatic pause? Was he really taking his time to consider the answer? Had Wayne actually forgotten that he was smack dab in the middle of an answer?

Hard to tell, but just as it got to feel like maybe he had forgotten, he swung in with a hearty, "so good."

And he was fixing up a plate for her already, mostly just glad to actually see her this morning since she'd seemed to miss the last few. She was usually the best bet against leftovers, after all.

"How are ya now?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

The last few weeks had been utterly trying to destroy her, but she seemed to be more hale and hearty today than she had been in a while. She had the best people, and nothing seemed too weird about today just yet.

"No complaints," she chirped. "Just a Monday with some great food on the way and no classes until tomorrow morning! And how are you doing?"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhhh," came the usual drawl and the usual plate full of food being passed Vette's way, "not so bad. Also no classes until tomorrow. Again. What's on your agenda this time around?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette actually grinned and bounced a bit before accepting that plate.

"Weapons with Diaz and Blackstone tomorrow morning, Bananas with Smith on Thursday, and then Gladiators on Friday with Diaz I swear I didn't do that on purpose wait what omg because last semester was way too much fun to pass up one where I get to, I don't know, shoot tennis balls at the Dean or something. And they're all first period classes, so I don't even have to worry about shifting my work schedules at the scrapyard or the gun shop around too much!"

[howareyanow]

*insert maniacle cackling here*

"Sounds like everything worked out pretty well for you, then," said Wayne, with a firm sort of tone of approval, with a small nod of his head to go along with it any everything. "I'll still have to get a late start on my own scrapyard shift on Tuesday, but that's no diff'rent than last time around, and I guess I'll see you in the Banana class...which should be....interestin'...."

Hey, he wasn't stuck in Quote-Unquote-Wilderness again and the threat of glitter seemed...reduced, so while it was all looking a bit light for his tastes, he had no complaints yet.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Woo, banana class together!" Said Vette, who was merrily picking up her bacon and munching away. Bacon wasn't meat. Bacon was a condiment. She was fine. "I alllllmost wound up taking Dr. Lecter's grocery run class too, because you never know when someone who cooks breakfast every Monday might have difficulty scraping together eggs, but..."

She shrugged. Ate another piece of bacon.

"Field trip classes are always a little weird for me."

[howareyanow]

To his considerable credit, there was actually a moment where Wayne almost asked why.

"Right," he said, answering his own question before it had even finished forming, "on account of the whole blue alien thing, I s'pose."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Yeah, Earth gets really weird about that," Vette sighed, sounding extremely put out. "So I just avoid any class with 'travel' in the name, now. It saves everyone the headache."

Anyway, Earth was... quaint. She didn't figure she was missing out on too much, there.

[howareyanow]

Wayne's face squinted a little, then he blinked a few times, which was how you knew he was really thinking about something a bit more complex that his usual day-to-day thoughts about hawkey fights and chorin' and havin' a dart or a scrap or a Puppers and how dogs were the best.

"Now what..." he ventured, blinked, and tried again, as if really trying to get a grapple on this idea for a class that he was clearly never even going to be a part of, "now what if that class was specifically about things like travelin' into space? That would be different, now, wouldn't it?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooood moooooooooooooooooooooooooorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina might be in a little bit of a good mood today. Little bit.

She bounced in, shedding glitter in her wake (glitter was a heck of a lot harder to get rid of when one had hair) but, rather than being upset about it, she was basically radiant.

[howareyanow]

And here came more glittered trouble bouncing into the room, and Wayne would be willing to bet that Nina'd be far more likely to start shedding it on him than Vette, too, so he was going to try to keep a little bit of distance, even as he already started filling up a plate for her. If anything, he'd find out just how good his reach could really be.

"Nina! How are ya now?"

Besides glittery.

[bookbeltof_love]

"I aaaaaaaaaaaaaam absolutely perfect," she said happily. "Even if, like, radio is all the bushes are laughing at us!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd be worried about that later. Right now she was still stuck on the happy fact that both her most important people were back on the island. Bliss.

"How are you???????????"

[howareyanow]

"Not so bad," said Wayne, the drawl seeming particularleh low-key and subdued when up against Nina's far more exuberant response. But he did have a full plate of food ready to go for her and was handing it over, which should make up for Wayne's particular lack of noticeable enthusiasm.

He did frown a bit, though. "Why would the bushes be laughin' at us?" he had to wonder, wishing he could just assume it was some critter in them that sounded like it laughed, but he was starting to know better'n that around here.

[bookbeltof_love]

"I have, like, no idea," she said, beaming as she took her plate (totally scattering glitter everywhere sorry-not-sorry), "but, like, it probably isn't super dangerous today, if they're just giggling???????????"

Who knew what that meant for the rest of the week, though...

[howareyanow]

"Mebbe," said Wayne, with a very pointed look, "whatever it is...is particularleh amused....by glitter."

Which he, very obviously, in the way his eyes squinted, was not.

In case she didn't know that yet.

[bookbeltof_love]

"This," Nina said loftily, even as she snagged some cutlery so she could eat, "was not my idea, just so you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Not that she, like, minded, now that she knew who had done it, but...

[howareyanow]

"Uh-huh," grunted Wayne, who thought Nina looked a little too pleased as punch for someone denying all culpability for her (and he could only assume Vette's) current beglittered state, "whose idea was it, then?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Oh, yeah, definitely not even the slightest bit upset. Prompto was back! She was going to mob him later!

She was going to prank him back so hard, eventually, but mobbing him with hugs was first on the list!

"Prompto's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she sang, taking a seat. "He, like, glitter bombed us after we got back from the wedding yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd... she'd mind a lot more if that didn't mean he was back and thus all was well in Nina's world.

[howareyanow]

"Prompto...." Wayne squinted, thinking a little; with the exception of a handful of people, Wayne really hadn't been very socialable, but it was a small town, even smaller than Letterkenny, so he thought he knew who that might have been and it did seem to check that he'd be the sort of person to up and glitter bomb someone with no regard for other people eventually having to be in the path of all that shrapnel. "That's the skinny skid-lookin' kid with the...hair, right? The one flirtin' with you at the onsen party?"

[unusual_sith]

"Good morning, Wayne." Lana smiled as she came in the room "How are you today?"

[howareyanow]

"Good," said Wayne, with a little more emphasis on the word as he looked at Lana and saw that she was, thankfully, not covered in glitter like the other two and, therefor, a good indication that there was not a glitter epidemic on their hands that morning. He hoped. "N'you?"

[unusual_sith]

Mostly it just meant Lana hadn't been outside yet.

"Well, thank you." Her smile turned just a little mischievous. "You know, I brought back some food from home, if you'd like to try making it. Bacon, eggs, milk."

[howareyanow]

"Now, why do I get the feelin'," Wayne asked, tilting his head a little to match the tilt of an eyebrow, "that this bacon, eggs, and milk ain't exactly gonna be what I'm naturally inclined to think they're like?"

Was it the smirk on her face? The fact that Lana wasn't exactly 'from here'? Or was it just the fact that he cooked with those things so often that it seemed a bit silly to mention any of it unless it was a bit...different.

The answer was clearly D: all of the above.

[unusual_sith]

Lana laughed. "Because I brought it from home? I imagine it cooks similarly, though I've honestly no idea; I'm not much of a cook myself."

She handed him a box she'd arranged. Inside were, in space-age (ha) containers, a gallon of (blue) milk, a pound of cured not-pork-or-beef, and an assortment of green, purple, and red eggs.