Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning (Daytime) [07/08].

[howareyanow]

The fact that Wayne had bothered to take a quick glance outside first before heading down to the common room was showing some sort of progress, though he figured it didn't matter much what was going on outside exactly, because it would pretty much mean that the week was pretty fucked even if it did look normal, although, to be faaaiiirrrrr, last week's wasnt' too bad. He didn't care for the whole getting lost thing whenever he wanted to go somewhere, and he felt sort of bad kicking the asses of critters not even half his size, but, look, you don't go around trying to kidnap people and drag them into sewers and not expect to get your asses kicked because of it. You just don't, so he didn't feel that bad about it at the end of the day.

He was, however, glad to see at least the food in the fridge hadn't been messed with this week, so he could set about making his usual breakfast to start the week with. Because, no matter what wound up happening by the time Friday rolled around, at least Monday morning could be nice and normal, dependable and expected.

It was the little things in life that counted, after all.

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

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[howareyanow]

Oh. There would be pats. There couldn't be such a good bo and have there not be pats. But it seemed impolite to get to the pattin' before some proper breakfast.

"Can confirm," Wayne agreed easily with Delirium's assement. "Though I suppose if anyone does have a headache, there's some aspirin on hand that might help."

He'd been through enough here to just assume that it would. He was mostly just glad that he himself didn't have one, though, even if he did, he'd not say anything and just tough it out, of course.

"Any exciting plans fer yer day, then, Delirium? What with you feeling all yourself today and everything?"

[following_my_fishie]

"Iiiii," she sang, "have a class today!" Classes were exciting. "Then I might go for a walk and see if the grey can't be made a different color because grey is kind of blah, don't you think?"

Beat.

"What's aspirin?"

Beat.

"Oh. Wait. I know this. The little icky white pills people take." She considered it and shrugged. "Might help."

[howareyanow]

"Not so icky if you need it and it works," Wayne pointed out. "And I'm alright with the grey, fer the most part, since it seems if the smoke was different colors, then that might be something to realleh worry about. What's the class you got?"

[following_my_fishie]

"Tastes icky," Del clarified, "Why would pretty smoke be something to worry about, please?"

Her face went a little blank for a moment while she looked for the answer to the question. She had the answer but answers were slippery things that liked to dodge and hide in her mind sometime but she was feeling pretty linear today and this one didn't run so fast and she caught it a moment later. "Adaptability and You!" she exclaimed proudly, "We're learning how to be safe! I'm always safe but not always everybody is and we're learning how to find things we can do to make other people more safe and.." She trailed off and looked at a wall for a second, "I'm.. not very good at it because I don't.. I don't think like people think? Sort of? People can get hurt and so they think 'oh ouch that could hurt me how can I not let the ouch happen' but I can't get hurt so I don't know what is an ouch thing and what isn't or when it's bad for people?" She brightened, "But I can make food happen!"

She could make snack cakes and juice boxes, at least. But hey, calories.

[howareyanow]

"If smoke's got bright colors in it," Wayne said, after a moment of thinking how best to explain it to Delirium, especially in light of her description of her class, "then there's a good chance that there's something in it that could hurt people. Toxicity, things like that. Not always, of course, some smoke could just be bright and colorful because of something mostleh harmless, but...way things've been around here? I wouldn't trust a cloud of bright colored smoke from ten kilometers away."

And as for the rest?

"And, oh, I'd say makin' food happen's pretty important," he noted, knowingly, "but I'll admit I'm a bit..." He glanced proudly at yet another successful breakfast, "...biased there."