Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/16].

[howareyanow]

Wayne already got up at stupid o'clock in the morning, out of habit more'n anything else, since it wasn't like he had a whole lot of chorin' to do around here, but he'd gotten up just a bit earlier than usual to prep for this week's breakfast. He'd gotten that bug in his brain about maybe mixing things up a little bit, and the omelettes he'd make as he went along, but the quiches he was planning on making would take some doing, and he wanted to make sure they were ready by the time people usually started showing up for breakfast.

Sometimes, it was okay to make some alterations to tradition; helped keep it from getting boring. But it had also been pointed out to him that some things shouldn't be deviated from, and he couldn't agree more, so there were also plenty of pancakes on the way, as well. It officially couldn't be Monday Morning Breakfast without pancakes.

This time around, though, he was taking some of those rainbow sprinkles you put on ice cream and sprinkling them onto the pancakes as he poured them, to make them fun and colorful. Sure, Nina might not have appreciated the purple pancakes as much as he'd thought she might, but Delirium had, and so the sprinkles were mostly for her.

So there.

[[ oh, if it's breakfast, it's open ]]

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[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat was mostly just feeling glad that morning that the weekly breakfast bonding ritual took place on the third floor, well removed from any lingering residual evidence of her own failed attempts at cooking last night. And, with nothing much else on her agenda for Mondays, she figured she might as well make another appearance, to exchange maybe three lines of dialogue with myself before getting sucked into other things socialize a little and give everyone the option of having some proper tea from her flask if they wanted.

She still wasn't going to actually have any of the breakfast. Not unless she managed to convince Wayne to wear gloves while he fixed it, but, from her brief interactions with him so far, she was pretty sure that interaction would not exactly go well. Yet. She'd work on it. And, until then, she would just find a spot to sit on the couch, pouring herself some tea into a cup, and just enjoying the one thing about this place that might have come even close to spending downtime with her Bos in their decade room, small comfort that it was.

[howareyanow]

"Tisarwat." Wayne nodded, finished up the pancake he was working on, set aside the pan off the burner for a second, so that he could toss back the rest of what remained of his coffee in his puppy mug so that he could then go over to where she'd settled in the couch for some of that tea. He didn't mind a cuppa every so often, after all, and hers had been pretty good last week, as far he could tell. "How are ya now?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat looked up at Wayne and the mug he held out a little witheringly, as if she couldn't believe he'd expected her to just ignore the fact that there were still traces of coffee lining the inside of it, which was guaranteed to ruin the tea she'd made. But he was looking at her expectantly (which she spared a glance of worry toward the stove and all that food he was abandoning, with flashbacks from last night; the longer she took, the more likely something might start burning, although Wayne seemed to know what he was doing), and so she, feeling a small part of her soul die (unfortunately not more of her dying with it), tipped the flask and filled the mug with tea.

"Well enough," she answered, "thank you. How are you this morning?"

[mother_forker]

"'Sup girl in class whose name I don't know?" Eleanor said waving at Tisarwat with her Mooby muffin.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Waving with the Mooby muffin, that was in her shamelessly assumed bare hand, that she was stuffing her face with.

Half of what made this breakfast bonding ritual tolerable was that most of it was at least eaten with cutlery.

She had to admit, though, whatever it was she was eating smelled amazing, but she wasn't sure how much of that was just how sparse her diet had been since getting here talking.

But Tisarwat smiled, strained as it was. "It's Tisarwat," she offered. "How are you this morning?"

And after a brief pause: "You brought your own food?"

That definitely made her feel better about her potential plan of doing the same, if she ever managed to get this whole cooking thing to work out for her.

[mother_forker]

"Uh, yeah. I don't take from others what I can do for myself and therefore I don't owe Cowboy over there for anything he makes," she replied cheerily.

Truthfully, she's doing it to annoy Wayne. "I'm Eleanor Shellstrop. From Arizona."

[mother_forker]

Did Eleanor specifically get up early, walk to the Mooby chain restaurant in town and pick up a grand breakfast of Mooby muffins, hash browns and iced coffee and bring it back to the dorm? Yep.

And then she sauntered in and started to chow down in front of Wayne and his fabulous breakfast of quiches.

Why?

Well she's a bit of a bench, really.

"Whassup cowboy?"

[howareyanow]

Y'know, fer someone who claimed to not do group things, this one seemed pretty set on making sure she was still having her breakfast around one, didn't she?

There was a long pause, as Wayne realized that he didn't actually know Eleanor's name yet, which sort of messed with the cadence of his usual greeting.

"Pop-Tart." He nodded, figuring that'll do for now, as he kept flipping pancakes for those among them who liked their morning meals with a little less chance of heart disease. "How are ya now?"

[mother_forker]

Nope. No name given. And Eleanor was too self-centered to remember Wayne's name other than he made breakfast for everyone on Mondays.

"Just enjoying this delicious and totally nutritious breakfast. That I got for myself. With no help from others," she said with a mouthful of mooby muffin. "What you got on the menu today?"

[howareyanow]

Yup. Definitely noticing a sort of trend here about being particular about not accepting help from others like it was a complex. Which was an interesting perspective, for a man coming from a culture who believed that, if someone came to you asking for help, you just helped 'em, even if they were skeevy skids or stupid jocks.

"Ohhhh," Wayne drawled a bit, slipping a finished pancake onto the pile that had built up nicely and going in for another omelette, "don't see why it matters to you none, seein' as yer not planning on having any."

[bookbeltof_love]

Well. Despite how she'd told Prompto how Wayne was acting weird (and he was) Nina was definitely not going to mess with tradition at this point!

"Gooooooooooooood moooooooooooooooorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

Now how was Wayne supposed to help it if Nina had screwy ideas on what was weird and what wasn't? If you asked him, she was the weird one, but, then again, if you asked him, he'd admit that she always had been pretty fruity-loops anyway, so no one should be surprised.

But, either way, she was a friend, and there was tradition.

"Nina! How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm doing pretty okay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said happily, bouncing in and over to, well, breakfast. Breakfast!

And Wayne.

But mostly breakfast.

"How are yo--ohmygosh what have you done to the pancakes?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!"

[howareyanow]

So help him, if he had to defend sprinkle pancakes to little Miss Glitter-All-Over-the-Bus over here...!

Wayne paused slightly in his automatic filling of a plate for Nina, squinted at the wall, and then continued until the plate was loaded with quiche, quiche, ommelette and pancakes and he handed it over to her, almost defiantly.

"I added rainbow sprinkles," he informed her, with a squint that just dared her to go on and say something about it.

[mother_forker]

Oh good lord. Eleanor winced at Loud Girl.

"Whoa! Slow your roll girl," Eleanor said holding up her hand. "Why are you so loud? Volume control!"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm not that loud," Nina protested, not modulating her voice one bit there. "Like, I'm not shouting or anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm just being happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[mother_forker]

Oh, Nina. That might be worse.

"Yeah. Nobody should be that happy," Eleanor said leaning back from the girl involuntarily. "Wow. Are you on something?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"Do you always have this much energy so early in the morning?" Tisarwat asked, tilting her head at Nina. It was a curious question, not exactly a complaining one. She hadn't appreciated the enthusiasm her first Monday morning here, but after the third week, without any hangover since, she couldn't help wondering almost where it came from or if it was just the way Nina was.

[bookbeltof_love]

Because of the lack of judgment there, Nina had to grin at the question.

"Well, like, why wouldn't I????????????????" she asked in return. "Like, right after sleeping—which restores energy, why shouldn't I have all the energy???????????????"

Okay, no, Nina just had all the energy all the time until she was out like a light.

[following_my_fishie]

Delirium walked in later than usual. Barnabas followed her with a slightly worried look on his canine face. Del paused, listening to everyone grill The Hyper Bouncy Girl about being both hyper and bouncy and just kind of sidled past all that to get to the food.

She saw the sprinkles. She gasped in complete delight. "Wayne!! You made them pretty! We have pretty pancakes!"

There was a ghost crab riding on her shoulder. He seemed perfectly content to be there since he'd learned that he couldn't fall off her shoulder even if he tried. Not that he had tried, mind, but crabs and heights normally didn't go together. "Norman! Do crabs eat pancakes? Or sprinkles?" Norman waved his claws in the air for a moment in something that was either a crab-style shrug or a gesture showing he was willing to try. She was totally going to try to feed him some pancakes.

[howareyanow]

See, now, that was how you responded when a person made pretty pancakes! Nina, take notes!

Wayne even smiled a little as he nodded his confirmation. "We have pretty pancakes," he agreed. "Delirium." He nodded. "Barnabas." And again to him. "....Norman, is it?" To the crab on Delirium's shoulder. "How are ya now?"

[following_my_fishie]

Del nodded. "I guess he was feeling crabby this week." And no, that wasn't intended as a pun. "Could you please make a crab-sized pancake for him? I don't know if he eats pancakes but a me-sized pancake is just too big, I think?"

Beat.

"But I would like two pretty pancakes please? Wayne, they're so pretty! How are you now? Are you in a good mood? Is that why the pancakes are pretty?"

[unusual_sith]

"Good morning, Wayne." Lana smiled as she came in. "How are you this morning?"

[howareyanow]

Y'know, at this rate, Wayne wouldn't be surprised if Lana and her almost-there greetings didn't wind up giving him some sort of twitch. He definitely almost felt it just then before he responded with the standard, "Good'n'you??"

Even if, technicalleh speakin', he wasn't sure how anyone could be good when they'd be finding out that someone had been making...charts.

[unusual_sith]

Lana, fortunately, had no idea about the charts' impact on her.

"I'm well, thank you. It smells delicious in here today. Not pancakes this week?"