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

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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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"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.

"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.

"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."

"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?"

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"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.

"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.

Wayne nodded an acceptance to Vette's reasoning. Again, it wasn't surprising him in the least, and he was actually glad it was just hot sauce, and it wasn't like she was standing there telling him that he should be making ice cream with just...an egg.

"Figured if you didn't like it you wouldn't bother comin' back for more," he noted. "And, if you did keep comin' back when you didn't like it, well, then, that'd be more your fault than mine."

Although now he wondered if he should be concerned that attendance had been a bit spotty for breakfast lateleh, but then he'd be willing to chalk that up to just the island more'n any fault of his own.

Deeeefinitely the island. Vette had been more than a little concerned about how square she'd been last week, and hadn't even remembered breakfast was a thing the week before, never mind being even remotely fluent in the language, and then the week before that she'd been napping off THE HORRIBLE HELLSCAPE FULL OF ELDRITCH HORRORS.

Her schedule had been all full up.

"I mean, I'll never, ever turn down free food," Vette noted, up-ending the bottle over, yes, the pancakes. "It just helps that you're also a good cook."

Wayne's particular squint at that moment might have suggested that he honestly didn't know what to do with the idea that someone who thought putting hot sauce on pancakes was pallatable was calling him a good cook, except that, well, he knew he was a good cook, and that he should take the compliment as it was and perhaps even that he was such a good cook that his food appealed even to aliens who thought hot sauce on pancakes was pallatable.

"I do what I can," he allowed, modestly, pouring himself some coffee for in between pancakes. "M'just glad I actually can do what I can this mornin', too."

There was a pause, suspended over a moment before sipping from that ever-present puppy mug, before he said anything more, as if deciding whether or not even mentioning it was playing with fire. But he also felt that if he didn't say it, it would just sort of bug him all day.

"Makes you feel a little anxious, though, doesn't it?" he ventured. "Havin' everything normal again?"

He shouldn't be feeling anxious about things being normal! But fuck all if he didn't.

Vette paused a moment at that, blinking as she set down the hot sauce bottle.

"... Like it's too good to be true?" A beat. "Yeah, kinda. This place has been horrible all summer, I don't see why it would stop being horrible now. I mean, there was that one week where like nothing was weird at all," hello, Vette was very much a virgin and would remain that way for quite some time, "but then there was that other one where we thought stuff was normal and... then... it wasn't."

Guess who was never, ever going into the onsen again.

Wayne had honestly sort of lost track; when you were trying to push as much weirdness as you could to the back of your brain and ignore it, it got a little crowded in there. He drew in a breath, held it for a moment, then let it out in a grumbling sort of sigh before another sip of his coffee. He set the mug down and turned his attention to making another pancake for the stack.

"Yup," he said, "that's the kinda week I'm worried about. Guess the best thing you can do, though, is just...try'n be prepared for pert'near anything..."

If he sounded absolutely abysmal and dismayed about that, it was because he was. Not even a whole summer of this absurdity could get him even a little on board with being comfortable with surprises, especially when they weren't exactly hardly ever good surprises, either.

He didn't even really like those!

"Well, I've got my guns on hand in case anything goes absolutely horrible," Vette replied, patting, yes, her hip holsters, because there was no way after things like Rapture or Silent Hill she was ever going to be caught without them again.

She would love to see the school administration tell her she was out of line given the way the summer had gone. Really, now.

"Maybe I'll head out and stock up on more groceries or something," she added. "The portal doesn't leave for a while and it isn't like Sidon and I will be gone all week."

... Well, she was half right!

"How long're you plannin' on being gone fer?" Wayne asked, with maybe a small note of disapproval in his voice, although, let's be honest, that was sort of how he usually sounded most of the time anyway. "Not gonna miss too many classes, are ya?"

It was one thing, he figured, if you were missing classes due to being sucked up somewhere else or thinking you were someone else or because things got a little too dangerous or what have you but when it seemed so far to be a perfectly fine week, skipping out on classes just seemed...impolite.

After all, politeness was sort of the only reason he went to half of his classes, which he'd mostly deemed rather silleh.

It helped, though, that that politeness clearly didn't extend to the idea of occasionally throwing a fit and stomping out of said classes.

And as he thought about it, another thought nudged its way in. "Mebbe," he offered, "if things do go a bit...weird," though fuck all knew what level of weird would even be considered weird for Vette and Sidon, "while yer gone, you could have someone warn ya. Might be better to just stay gone, if you can."

"Wednesday," Vette replied, shrugging. "I mean, I don't know exactly what classes Sidon's got, but I know nobody really has classes on Wednesday, right? And he and I both work on Thursday."

She was going to be... well. Traumatized. But disappointed after the trauma settled in, anyway.

"But longer, yeah, if things go too stupid. I have no interest in any more of that nonsense if I can get away with avoiding it."

"Fuck," said Wayne, and there was a lot in that one word and the squint that went with it. Mostly agreement and frustration and anger and maybe a little bit of relief that, at least right now, at this particular moment, things were pretty normal, but that this new normal included talking to a blue alien girl about going on a mini-holiday with her giant shark boyfriend, which was something he could go on a whole subset of various fucks about.

"You can fucking say that again," he added. "Things get too nonsensical around here, I might even be a little jealous. Where'd you say you were goin' again? Some aquatic world?"

Maybe, just maybe, if he asked and Vette actually told him about the place, it would turn out to be a place so weird he'd have no vested interest in wanting to go, anyway, which might help soothe the pain of being stuck here while they were off swimming around in some alien aquatic world, the type where you probably couldn't help getting your hands wet in the water even if you tried to keep 'em dry fer yer smokes.

"Right, Manaan," Vette confirmed. "There's a whole civilization of people, the Selkaath, who evolved to live underwater. I think they'd probably remind Sidon of one of the Zora from home? This old grouch called Muzu." She gave a soft laugh and shrugged. "Ahto City's above water, and I hear it's absolutely gorgeous. Some parts of it have trasnparisteel floors so you can see the fish swimming down below. It's not really for tourists, most of the off-worlders that show up there are probably there doing trade for kolto - that's a medical supply - but I think Sidon would really, really like it."

Wayne opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something objectionable, something contrarian, about to say something to the tune of wondering why someone who was pretty much (as far as he could tell) a bit of a fish himself want to go somewhere that was pretty much just more fish, but he didn't get too far before remembering that he himself had been pretty much dropped smack dab in the middle of a farm in the middle of no where last week, and it was just about the best time he'd had since he got here. So that definitely shifted the wind in his brain sails, and his head tilted a moment as it grappled onto that other thought.

"You know what, Vette?" he said. "I don't know him very well, certainly not as well as you likeleh know him," and he certainly wouldn't presume as to having any idea as to how a guy like that even thought, "but I think you're right. That does sound like it'll be pretty nice for him, especially if it'll remind him of home."

And that just got Wayne wondering what someone like Sidon might think of going ice fishing in Quebec sometime. Hard not to think of that a little when Vette described the see-through floors, and there were few better ways of getting to know a fellow better than going out and going ice fishing or deer hunting with them for a bit. Sure, he didn't really care much for Sidon, but it seemed like a gesture of goodwill to at least try and get to know the guy his friend was dating a bit better...

"Sounds like it'll be a new place for you, too?" he asked.

Vette's smile at that was downright sunny. She certainly hoped he liked it, and hearing Wayne say he might... well. It was nice, was all. She worried so much about whether she was doing things right. Having confirmation that maybe she was? Was...

It meant a lot.

"Right," she confirmed. "I mean, I've been a lot of places, maybe I have been to Ahto and I just didn't realize it at the time? But I've never been just for the sights, for sure. It's cleaner than home, and maybe not half as crowded, and that'll be nice, too." A beat. "Plus it'll just be... normal. We can use a bit of normal, go figure the week I get my ticket is for a week that's pretty much that, too."

... This week was gonna sting.

"Oh," said Wayne, finishing up that pancake, adding it to the stack, "it'll be something. Jus' wait. It's always something..."

Just think, Vette. Wayne's entire Fandom experience has been this summer. He didn't even know what normal was around here.

Well. Except that one week...

"But, either way," he added, picking up his coffee mug again and lifting it as if in a toast before taking another sip, "here's to you and Sidon having a good trip, Vette. Mebbe you can bring me back some nice souvenir."

From space.

Which was a completely normal thing to do.

"I'll make a point of it," Vette decided. "Any requests? Weird seafood? A pet? I bet they've got great fishes there."

Since... the whole world otherwise was completely submerged, and all.

"A pet?" If shifting expressions from neutral to a disapproving squint at record speeds was an Olympic event, Wayne would be a gold medalist multiple times over. "Vette! You can't give a person a pet for a souvenir! S'a bit cruel, isn't it, taking some poor unsuspectin' creature from its whole world just fer someone else's own personal amusement? 'Specially to a place like this! 'Specially when there's already too many pets already at the shelter in a place like this without homes! You don't give pets fer souvenirs!"

Or weird seafood, either, for that matter, not when it was Wayne who would be pretty wary about eating it in the first place.

But he softened a little as he added, "I was thinkin' more like...a pretty shell. Or a cool rock. Or...a t-shirt, fuck, I don't know what kind of souvenirs they got out in space."

But not a pet, Vette!

Vette blinked, and then winced. And then kind of curled in on herself a little bit.

"Oh. Oh, no, you're right. Of course you're right. Maybe a shell, then. I bet I could get Sidon to bring a neat shell up from the bottom."

S'a bit cruel, isn't it?

Yeah. Yeah, Wayne, she had some idea of what that was like.

"Sorry. Wasn't thinking."

And Wayne instantly felt a little bad to see Vette react like that; he knew he could be a little harsh sometimes...maybe a lot, lately, considering how he sort of blew up at Nina in class last week, too, but he couldn't realleh help it. He had a lot of really strong emotions about animals. And food.

"S'okay," he said, with a firm sort of nod, completely oblivious to any other interpretations that might have been inherent in his little impromptu soapbox speeches. "S'just...some people just don't think about that sort of thing enough."

But now he was just thinkin' about how much he did miss Stormy and Gus and the other dogs back home, and, if this week did turn out to be a nice and normal one, he might just have to go spend some extra time with the pups down at the shelter again.

"Guess they don't," Vette agreed, and pulled in a breath and squared her shoulders a little bit all over again. "Believe me, I've known a few doozys in that regard in my time."

There was a bit of an awkward pause, for a moment, from Wayne, before he decided he could use another pancake on that stack. And as he got to setting down his mug and pouring the batter, he offered, "Never been a big fan of fish as pets, anyway. They don't realleh....do much, now, do they? Unless space fish are different. Can you teach a space fish to play fetch?"

He might have also added that it was a bit harder to cuddle with a fish than it was a dog, but, considering who he was talking to...

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