Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/05].

[howareyanow]

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So far, so good. Wayne still wasn't sure if he was ready to trust the fact that everything seemed to be pretty much in order, in place, and in high-definition 3D like it was 'exposed to be....for the most part. He was pretty sure he'd picked up some lox at some point in the event he wanted to mix up his usual breakfast a little, and he wasn't the type to think about doing something and then not do it, and there were definitely bagels, but no lox to be found, but if that was the worst that happened, then he was going to still count it as a net possitive, especially when everything else he needed for breakfast was still there.

Although...he actually managed to get to the common room significantly earlier than usual. Not that getting up early was ever a problem for a farmer, though being here was definitely making him feel a bit lazy about not getting up before sunrise every day. But he needed to try something, and he needed to try it before anyone else even thought of coming in for traditional Monday morning breakfast.

Tomatoes: check. Sugar: check. Shellfish?

...huh.

Well, there went that idea, which was probably for the best, because he was still pretty sure that all it would do was make a mess and that Nina was out of her goddamn mind anyway, and so he put the tomatoes back and grabbed whatever else was needed to make actual pancakes and not crazy Nina pancakes, and you know what? What kind of shellfish was he 'exposed to use, anyway? Shrimp? Crab? Lobster? Did it even matter? Probably fucking not, because that's not how you make fucking pancakes in the first place!

Yes, he was still a little irritated about it. Even more so now that his plan to prove that Nina had no idea what she was talking about had sort of fell through the cracks. It was definitely going to bug him until he managed to get himself his hands on some crayfish or something to that effect...

...so he was already in for a pretty fun week.

Either way, since pancakes didn't require shellfish, despite what some hyperactive little blondes might insist, breakfast, at least, was served.

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[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette was in a great mood today as she made her way into the common room for the weekly Canadian-mandated breakfast noms.

"Hi, Wayne!"

Someone had wicked schemes afoot for this week. She just needed to find her big squishy boyfriend in order to carry them out.

[howareyanow]

Good luck with that.

"Vette." Wayne nodded a greeting, always glad to see the best leftover-preventer sweep into the room for breakfast, already starting in on loading up a plate for her. "How are ya now?"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Pretty great," Vette chirped, making her way over to see what the meal of the day was. "I managed to find a great deal on portal tickets to Manaan, it's this aquatic world back home? And I'm totally going to surprise Sidon with them." A beat. "As soon as I can find him. I think he might've gotten up early today to go swimming."

... Yeah, no. But do go on and see if you can find him at the beach today, Vette.

"How about you?"

[howareyanow]

"Oh," Wayne drawled, dragging it out with a thoughtfulness that wasn't usually necessary, but it was like that small little second to consider if he was really lying or not when he gave the typical, "not so bad."

And he wasn't lying, not this morning, which seemed nice and normal, though he wondered how anyone could have trouble locating someone as big and red and...Sidon-y as Sidon. Either way, Vette would have a plate of the usual, shellfish and tomoato-less pancakes, and bacon, and eggs being sent her way as he considered a few things.

"Seems," he decided to add, "like it's going to be a decent day."

He decided to go with decent, since saying normal just seemed to be too loaded when it was really far too early to realleh tell.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"So far, so good," Vette agreed, giving a pleased little bounce on her toes. "And starting it off with the most important meal of the day, even. Cakes! Made in a pan! That aren't even a little bit flat."

A pause.

"Or square!"

Last week had been so weird for a girl normally made of polys Vette.

[howareyanow]

"Well," Wayne allowed, thoughtfully, considering the stack of pancakes, "they are a little flat..."

Wayne was, if anything, a stickler for details.

"But that was....something last week, wasn't it?" he said, the pause before something doing its best to convey that he still wasn't quite sure what that something entirely was. "Glad that one's over. People weren't meant to be be made of just squares."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"It was definitely something," Vette replied, rolling her eyes as she made a reach for a fork. "I don't much care for having all those pointy bits."

A beat.

"Though seeing so many suuuper serious people stuck in cute furry costumes was kind of amazing. And the bitey bits got to have eyes for the week! Hey, do we have any hot sauce?"

[howareyanow]

"Should be some," said Wayne, with a stiff sort of gratitude that he'd managed to get through his day in a frog suit unnoticed by anyone except those bitey bits with those eyes, "in the fridge."

Hot sauce on scrambled eggs was a perfectly acceptable way to season them, he felt, even though he knew, since he hadn't been so wrapped up in his tiff with Nina on Thursday to not notice what you were putting on your ice cream, Vette, it was probably not meant for the eggs.

"Fridge seems normal, too," he added, with an encouraging sort of nod, like he'd already tested the safety of it, no being sucked into alternate dimensions or finding some disturbing copious amounts of only one thing or anything strange like that. So it should be all ready and nothing to worry about if Vette decided she needed to go rummaging through it for her hot sauce.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Thanks," Vette said, and pretty much skipped her way to the fridge, careful to not spill anything from the plate as she went. "Not that I don't like your cooking," she added, quickly. "But last week was kinda all bananas all the time and I need something to really mix things up a bit, you know?"

Ah, there it was, right there on the fridge door, promising her in actual, legible print that it was going to knock her socks off.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Iiiiiiiiiiii demand presents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, feeling comfortable enough with Vette to say such an incredibly outrageous thing, especially since--

"After all, like, I'll be taking up the onerous duty of catsitting once you wrap Sidon around your little fingers and drag him off for parts unknown!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And, like, Nina would be jealous of Vette taking off without her except, like, the sheer romance of it all had her heart aflutter, so... it was totally cool.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"You demand them, do you?" Vette had to laugh at that, grinning a little. "For putting food in Dozy's dish twice on Wednesday, you demand them? Fine! You'll get a shiny shell or a pretty rock, just like Wayne, then!"

You're welcome, Nina!

[bookbeltof_love]

"Feeding Miss Dozy is hard work!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, giggling. "And, like, cuddling is expensive!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It was not.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"So are pretty seashells and shiny rocks!"

They also were not.

[bookbeltof_love]

"I guuuuuuuuuesssssssss," Nina said, rather doubtfully, "though, like, I'm way cuter than Wayne is so, like, I totally deserve a prettier seashell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because that was how it worked, right?

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I'm sure as soon as I tell Sidon it's for you, he'll spend way more time looking for the most very best shell ever."

E.v.e.r.

[bookbeltof_love]

"That's because Sidon is Sidon," Nina said, laughing. "And I'm, like, a little sibling of his, thanks to the school!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Though he'd do it anyway, she was pretty sure. Sidon wouldn't give a subpar shell to anyone, she didn't think.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"It's true," Vette laughed. "I'm going to have to remind him that we only get one day before we have to come back for classes and stuff again, though. I wouldn't want to deny him his one day a week with all the fishes at the shelter."

They were buddies! Vette respected that!

[bookbeltof_love]

Right! So!

Like...

Okay...

Wayne probably didn't hate her and never wanted to speak to her again but, like, Nina had been left to her own thoughts and devices and that was always a terrible thing for her, and it was compounded by the fact that, like, she still didn't get what had made him so angry in the first place?

Nina was, like, maybe going to hover in the doorway to the common room, first, to see if she could gauge his mood before wandering in blithely cheerful.

Just... in case...

Though Vette was there which, like, meant if he started yelling at her again for no good reason she wouldn't, like, be alone.

[howareyanow]

Wayne definitely didn't hate Nina; he just hated what apparently constituted as cooking in her world with a deep, fiery passion that could barely be contained within the confines of a plaid shirt and perfectly fitted jeans.

And Wayne was also very familiar with that sort of door-hovering that could occur after one of his little fits, although Katy had grown out of that sort of reserved approach years ago and now just came stomping in afterwards to demand what the hell that was all about. He couldn't exactly blame Nina if she wasn't exactly up to that point with him quite yet.

"Nina," he offered, stiffly (well, stiffly even for Wayne), without the usual brusque cheer (well, cheerful for Wayne), not bothering to look her way but still definitely reaching for a plate. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

And, well, they were rather perfectly fitted jeans, weren't they? Nina had definitely noticed that about him.

She was also rather noticing that his greeting was off but that he was still going to feed her so, like, Nina was going to wander in with a determinedly cheerful air to her.

"I'm fine!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped. "Like, nothing seems to be weird yet," aside from the fact that she, and the rest of the island, were now conditioned to treat Mondays with deep suspicion, "and... how are you????????????"

[howareyanow]

Well. Serving food to people who bothered coming up from downstairs for Monday morning breakfast was tradition. And you don't fuck with tradition!

"Oh," came the usual drawl, with maybe just a little bit more of a pause and a squint in between the parts, as if he might actually say something different, but of course he wouldn't. "Not so bad..."

He was, admittedly, still a little miffed about the lack of shellfish in the fridge that morning, thus preventing him from going and just proving Nina wrong about the whole cooking thing. He would have taken so much satisfaction in just handing her a plate with an unholy mess of tomatoes, sugar, and shrimps with a kind little and here's yer pancakes, Nina.

But alas. She was merely being given a plate of regular, normal pancakes, and the usual bacon and eggs and a little fruit.

"Nothin' weird," he added, "would be nice...but I'm not about to go holdin' my breath for it."

[bookbeltof_love]

Wayne. Wayne. Don't get into a cook-off with Nina, Wayne! That way would lead only to fits on your part.

Fits.

Because things like apple gratin were made with only spinach and sugar in her world.

"Thanks!" she said, taking her plate, then glancing sidelong at him. "Are... are you okay????????????"

[howareyanow]

Epic fits. And possibly tears.

His, of course.

"Can't complaint," Wayne answered, which was categorically untrue. Anyone who had talked to Wayne for more than five minutes knew he could complain about nearly anything, and gloriously, too, without much provocation. But he was making a concentrated effort not to do so with Nina right now, especially after Thursday's little blowout. "'Specially if things stay on track for being nice and normal like it has so far..."

[bookbeltof_love]

Amazing.

Nina took her seat, to dig into her food, though she couldn't tell what his pancakes were made of--they tasted the way pancakes were supposed to, after all--and considered pointing out that...

Hm.

"Well," Nina said, "maybe you're the one being weird today, instead of, like, the island??????"

He was being weird, after all. That she was also being weird was being soundly ignored.

[howareyanow]

Wayne was pretty sure the only weird thing about him today was the look he was giving Nina just then. She was always a little weird, after all, but him? It was Monday. He was making breakfast. He was ardently and dedicatedly avoiding bringing up the fact that he'd yelled at her and stormed out of class because of it just last week...all completely normal Wayne behavior right there. Textbook, even.

"If there's anything weird about today," he insisted firmly, "it's definitely not me."