fandomhighdorms | 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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"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...

Vette was really big on cuddling very particular fishes, it was true!

"... I don't actually know," she admitted. "I mean, there are thousands of inhabited worlds in my galaxy, there are probably some really smart fish out there. But Dozy's my first pet. Ever. And even she's not big on fetch."

She was big on chase, though?

"Dozy's your little," goblin, "cat, then, right?" Wayne asked, and he shook his head a little. "Never been big on cats much, either. My sister, on the other hand, takes in about every stray she can find. Which would be perfectly fine...s'good thing to have, a few mean ol' barn cats, on a farm, help keep away all the mice and rats and other vermin...if she didn't go and feed 'em all that kibble! And I tell her! I tell her, 'Katy, you can't keep takin' in all these strays and then feedin' 'em kibble, because if you keep takin' in strays and feedin' 'em kibble, they're not gonna bother chasin' out rats! You think a cat's gonna bother keepin' the vermin out of the hay, out of the barleh, when it's sittin' there will a belly full of Meow Mix? Not fuckin' likeleh!'

"I swear," he concluded with a grunt, "I'm gonna come home, and you know what I'm gonna find there, Vette? You know what it'll be? It'll be a whole barn full of the fat lazy fuckers, with the rats just hangin' out right there with 'em, like they're all B-F-Fucking-Fs. Maybe holdin' fucking paws an' singing 'Kumbaya' while they're at it, too."

"I have no idea what that is," Vette noted, but in her head it sounded a little bit like Smeeleeya Whao Tupee Upee, and it was probably a better mental image for it. "At least your sister's happy?"

To that, Wayne could really only let out a reluctantly agreeing grumble of a sound.

Because 'at least your sister's happy' would get him pert'near every single time.

Vette gave a soft laugh, skewering a bit of pancake on the end of her fork.

"You're a good brother, Wayne," she decided. "Your sister's lucky."

And now this would be Wayne, reaching for his phone from his back pocket, and then taking a little too long to set up what he wanted it to do before holding it out towards Vette.

"Say that again," he said, "so's this time I can make sure she hears you sayin' it."

Vette blinked, and then laughed.

"Wait, really? Because you only get so many freebies, buster," she teased. "... But she really is lucky to have a sibling like you. I bet you rough up anyone who tries anything funny with her, too."

It wasn't exactly the neat little sound clip the first one had been, but it would definitely work, and Wayne nodded as he stopped the recording and then sat with his brow knitted for a few minutes as he tried to actually get the damn thing sent off to Katy.

"Well," he said, once he was pretty sure it actually sent and that he didn't accidentally just delete it or something like that, and then tucked the phone back into his pocket, "I didn't get the title of Toughest Guy in Letterkenny by just sittin' on my hands, I can tell you that much."

It was impolite to brag, he knew that, but he couldn't help being particularly proud of that one.

"There's actually a title for that?" Okay, and now Vette sounded impressed. "That's... kind of great, you know? Definite bragging rights, there. Mostly I just keep getting handed the title 'most likely to end up shimmying into places she's not supposed to be.'"

"That's not a bad one, either," Wayne offered, before being distracted by his phone vibrating in his pocket, which he pulled out to read.

Why are you bothering me this early with something I already know, big brother?

And, since multitasking was not exactly Wayne's forte, he had to type out his response to Katy (It wouldn't be early if you've been out choring like you're supposed to!) before he could speak the rest of his response to Vette.

Which took a hot minute, because of course his grammar had to be proper and he typed like a hen pecking for kernels.

"Don't think I'd be likeleh to get that one any time soon," he concluded, tucking the phone away again.

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"Well, I don't think you're a sneaky girl," Vette mused, giving Wayne a once-over. "But I've been wrong about stuff like that before."

Who was she to decide these things, right?

"It's true," Wayne confirmed, squaring his shoulders and giving a stiff nod as if to emphasize the point, "I am not a sneaky girl."

But he paused and, chin still lifted, shifted his eyes downward to look at Vette without interrupting the sheer effect of his obvious masculinity too much.

"'Course, I s'pose that's exactly the sort of thing a sneaky girl would want you to believe, now, isn't it?"

"It's easier to sneak when nobody knows you can, it's true," Vette agreed, nodding sagely. "If you've been a sneaky girl all this time and I didn't even suspect it, that means you might actually be a sneaker girl than me. And that's pretty impressive, Wayne."

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

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