Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/09].

[howareyanow]

Two weeks in a row now, Wayne woke up, got dressed, checked his hawkey fights online, and then headed down to the common room to start making up Monday Morning Breakfast without anything strange or untoward happening. He opened the fridge and found everything precisely as it should be, waiting for him to get to work and get crackin'.

Well.

Except the milk.

"Fuck a duck."

It was purple. Purple. Not even blue, like Lana's weird alien blue milk, but honest-to-God purple. Wayne made a little disconsolate sound in the back of his throat, because he knew milk weren't exposed to be purple, but it smelled alright. It tasted alright. He waited a moment or two to make sure it didn't make him grow a tail or give him spots or make him think he was the Queen of Fucking England or nothing like that, and, for all intents and purposes, it seemed like just regular old milk.

Only purple.

He planned on using it sparingly, but he did sort of wonder if the girls might actually like that it made the pancakes look just a little bit prettier this week.

[[ and it's open! Breakfast time! Come'n'get it ]]

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[following_my_fishie]

Del wasn't actually sure what day it was. Yesterday had been an adventure. She peered cautiously into the kitchen and then gave an almost relieved little, "Yay! Wayne's here! It's Monday, I remembered, yay!"

"I told you it was Monday, Delirium," Barnabas said patiently.

"That's different than finding out myself," she said cheerfully, "but now I know!"

And yes, this girl liked very much that the pancakes were pretty. "Ooooh! Purple! Pretty! May I have two, please? And some bacon for Barnabas?" Beat. "Also please?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Goooooooooooooooooood mooooooooooooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ah yes, the battle cry of Nina, who bounced in looking delighted and like she'd gotten a rather lot of sun over the weekend.

Because she had.

Also, there was a bluebird trailing in behind her.

[howareyanow]

"Delirium! Barnabas!" They each got a hearty greeting and a nod and an appreciation for the politeness and proper manners. And maybe just a bit of pride squaring his shoulder a little more over the idea that Mondays meant Wayne in the common room making breakfast. It was a little thihng, mebbe, but it felt good. At least it helped make him feel a little better about being there in the common room making breakfast instead of doing it back home. "Yes, you may!"

A plate of two pancakes for Delirium, a plate of bacon for Barnabas, and he went to set the latter down on the floor and handed the former over to Del with a "How are ya now?"

[howareyanow]

"Nina!" said Wayne, of course, because that was just as traditional as the breakfast itself, if not even more so, and he was already putting together her plate, and, naturally, wondering about the bluebird while also wondering if he'd even want to know. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she bubbled, wandering on over to him. "Like, oh my gosh, I got to swim all weekend and go fishing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The scenery was so gorgeous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which was true. Though she wasn't just talking about the location. Mmmm.

"How are you???????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Oh, not so bad," Wayne said, easily, finishing up the plate and handing it over, just waiting for her to say something about the pancakes looking a bit purple, because if he'd've pegged anyone to appreciate 'em, it would be Nina. "Sounds like just about as good a weekend as you could have. Catch any big ones?"

And then turned them into pancakes, fer fuck's sake???

[bookbeltof_love]

“Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ve, like, got pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’ll show them to you after!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

And she looked very cute indeed in her bathing suit, too, in her own opinion, so he could admire that too.

Nina took her plate with a thank you and then... had to blink at it.

Sure, the pancakes were pretty and purple but, like, she was more surprised that Wayne had allowed that to happen.

“Branching out a little, are you?????????????? They’re really cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The colour’s great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Just... ............... not very Wayne.......

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine wasn't a regular at these breakfasts or anything, but every once in a while she liked to show up.

"Morning."

It was hard to follow Nina, okay.

[howareyanow]

And it was always nice to see her when she did.

And it was appreciated that she didn't try to follow up Nina or, worse, outdo her.

"Sabine," Wayne nodded a greeting to match her own. "How are ya now?"

[howareyanow]

....

....well, that response was...unfortunate. If he was gonna be stuck with purple pancakes, Wayne was hoping for a bit more. Last time he'd branched out, after all, with the suit, it'd gone over so well...

...then again, it wasn't like he had much of a choice with this one. They were getting purple pancakes whether they liked it or not.

"Milk's all purple today," he said, by way of explanation. "Couldn't be helped. Seems fine enough, though. At least, nothin' happened when I tried some."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat was in a state much more befitting a social situation this week, and, although she didn't exactly plan on eating much of the food that was definitely being prepared without gloves (she'd even eaten something in her own common room before coming up; nothing much, because she couldn't cook much herself, but enough to tide her over, she hoped), this breakfast thing was clearly a opportunity to engage with her fellow classmates over some ritualistic bonding of a sort.

And she had, of course, made something else before coming up.

"I've brought tea," she said, by way of greeting, with a soft smile as she came in, holding up her flask, "if anyone would want some."

Because that coffee stuff was terrible, and, even though it helped with the hangover a bit, she couldn't see why anyone would drink that over some good, proper tea.

They would have to use the common cups, though, because the look she imagined on Kalr Five's face for even thinking of letting ungloved hands touch that tea set was enough to convince her to only bring it out for special occasions.

Ones where everyone would be properly dressed.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Not too bad yet," said Sabine, who was a realist. "How are you today, Wayne?"

[howareyanow]

"Not so bad!" Wayne answered, with the conviction of someone who really didn't have much to complain about so far except purple pancakes, and, really, it wasn't the end of the fucking world or anything.

So, really, his mood was outstanding that morning.

"Fix you up a plate?" he offered.

[howareyanow]

"I'd have some tea," said Wayne, who really was more about the coffee, but if someone was offering, it seemed impolite not to take 'em up on it. He took a second to look Tisarwat up and down. "Tisarwat. How are ya now?"

Looking significantly more alive than last week, he could tell her that much already.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"If you don't mind," she said, and wondered, "Does anyone ever say no to that question?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne took a moment to think back through many, many breakfasts of the past. They all sort of blurred a bit together, especially with everything else about the summer gettin' in the way of remembering nice little details like that, and gave a soft sort of 'huh!' grunt of a sound.

"Y'wanna know what?" he said, setting to work on piling up Sabine's plate good with pancakes and bacon and eggs and what have you. "I don't think anyone ever has. But there's a first time fer everything, I s'puse, it's bound to happen eventually."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"They'd be missing out. Especially when food is purple."

Which of course Sabine was going to be a fan of.

[mother_forker]

Coming back from her work out, Eleanor got off on the wrong floor and found herself in the middle of a bunch of people eating breakfast. She gave out some kind of grunt of acknowledgement and opened a cabinet to see if there was some free food she could steal, clearly ignoring the food Wayne was preparing and sharing.

[howareyanow]

Wayne took a moment to just sort of watch Eleanor as she came in, grunted, then seemed to walk right on by the food that was pretty clearly already there (he looked, for a moment, at the food,confirming this to be true, and then back to Eleanor as she started rifling through the cabinets).

"....how are ya now?" he offered, sounding maybe a mite confused.

[unusual_sith]

Lana came in and smiled. "Good morning, Wayne. How are you?"

She was destined to never get it quite right.

[mother_forker]

"Fine. Just getting breakfast," she replied poking around in the shelf to find a very old box of pop-tarts labelled Jamie Madrox. She shrugged and started to unwrap one of the foil wrappers. "What's this? Someone's birthday breakfast? Why's the milk purple?"

[unusual_sith]

Lana perked up a little. "I'll have tea, thank you."

Since there wasn't caf, she generally made do with coffee, but tea was a good thing.

Then, because she remembered, she pulled on a pair of gloves before reaching for a cup.

"How was your first week here?"

[unusual_sith]

"Eleanor, good morning." Lana nodded to her sibling. "How has your first week been?"

[howareyanow]

"Milk decided to be purple today," Wayne explained, almost apologetically, as he handed the plate over. "It's not bad, I tried it, it's perfectly fine, it's just....purple."

Which of course Wayne was not going to be a fan of, but...couldn't be helped. Sometimes, he supposed milk just decided to go and be purple.

He was legit official now.

[howareyanow]

"The milk's...purple," said Wayne, with about as close to a disparaging sigh as he was gonna get, which wasn't even too close, but the thought was there, "because I guess the milk wanted to be purple today. Can't be helped! It's not bad, I make sure, it's just...purple."

And he grunted, and that go much closer to disparaging than the sigh could ever even dream of getting.

"But it's no one's birthday," he continued, "not that I know of. It's just Monday. I make breakfast every Monday, if I'm able. I'll fix you up a plate, if you like, or you can help yerself."

There was...a pause. A judgey sort of pause, as he considered Eleanor and her Pop-Tarts.

"Unless yer good."

With a goddamn dessert for breakfast.