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fandomhighdorms2019-08-05 05:48 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomhighdorms2019-08-05 05:48 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/05].
Okay, Fandom. Fandom, okay.
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.
[[ open of course! ]]
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.
[[ open of course! ]]
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Not that it was going to do any good this week but, like, neither of them knew that yet.
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Vette was going to be so crushed once she realized.
"I think he's really going to like it, you know? It's like... a bit of home that we can both appreciate, the city and the water. Nar Shaddaa isn't that."
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Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
... Or the last time, most likely.
"Now that sounds like the kind of compromise marriage is built on," she said cheerfully.
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.... And yup, here came a cushion, snatched from the couch with a shriek, flying Nina's way!
"You know that's not how that works! He's a prince, he's got Zora's Domain, if anyone's going to go anywhere it'll be me going there!"
And she honestly didn't entirely know how she felt about that. Still.
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Sorry-not-sorry, Wayne.
"It's still the right kind of compromise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina protested. "A marriage is supposed to take the wants and needs of both people into consideration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And you're already doing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Sure, for vacations!"
That wasn't the same thing as marriage, Nina! Not even a little bit!
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"Today it's a vacation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tomorrow it's happily ever after!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Well, okay, we'll just pack up Zora's Domain and move it to Manaan and then we'll have our compromise all figured out, right?"
Sure!
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"I mean, like, given that this island moves around all the time, that doesn't seem impossible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina insisted.
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Vette was suuuper squinting.
"Okay," she noted, "but Manaan and Zora's Domain aren't even on the island, Nina!"
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"So, like, we just need the island to bring them here first!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Problem solved!
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Vette blinked.
"... Just the Zora, or all of Zora's Domain?"
Because that was a lot of architecture to sort out, there.
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"I mean, like, the Doman would have to come!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said earnestly. "It wouldn't be fair to the Zora if we brought them all here without it, right????????????"
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"Right," Vette agreed, laughing a little. "That's their home. It would be kind of terrible to just... take them away from their home. Not for just my sake, you know?"