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

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.

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"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?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!"

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.

She took her plate mostly on automatic since it was, like, the thing to do, while she considered his ominous pause and squint combo and the defiance in his voice.

"Weren't you, like, super against sugar for breakfast????????????????? I had ice cream for breakfast while you were gone to spite you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Look, Wayne, this was weird.

"Are you, like, trying to impress someone?????????????????" she ventured and then, as the idea gained momentum in her head, carried on with, "Like, oh my gosh a girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?"

Was he trying to impress her? Nina wasn't sure what to think about that.

"Ice cream fer breakfast and a handful of sprinkles in some pancakes are two completely different things, Nina!" Wayne huffed. "That's like saying throwin' a couple of water-wings in a lake's the same as gettin' yerself a luxury cruise liner! A little sugar never hurt no one, but a lot of it..." Consumed by someone like Nina, no less, who seemed to be on a constant natural sugar-high already, "...that's an issue."

He finished that part firmly with a nod, and then moved on to address the other point with the ignignant offense of the last point all but vanished, softened to a simple matter-of-fact. "An' I'm not doing it to impress anyone," he told her, with emphasis on the last part less she try to twist the statement even further than she already had. "But I did do it fer Del. She seemed to like the purple ones last week," unlike some people!, "so I figured she'd appreciate sprinkle ones just the same."

And when you boiled that one right now, Wayne just mostly felt kind of bad for Del. He wasn't about to go diving into what her multitude of issues probably was, but if he could do something small to just make her a little happier, then well...he was going to do it.

For the record, Nina had never actually talked to Delly, but she had been in a class with her and read radio about her and, well, okay, she got where Wayne was coming from, she really did, and her expression softened a bit in understanding.

She still had to add, irrepressibly, "You do know she's got a crush on Norman, right??????????????????"

Then, while he was likely stewing for an explosion on that one…

"And," she added, "my ice cream has no sugar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So your pancakes are officially the luxury cruise liner to my water wings and not the other way around!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Well, y'wanna know what, Nina?" said Wayne. "I'm just gonna go right ahead an' say it: yer ice cream's weird. Fer Earth. Just like Lana's blue creamer. You go jus' about anywhere on Earth and get ice cream, I'll bet you loonies to lugnuts it's gonna be just loaded with sugar. So unless we're talking specifically weird ice cream made by Nina from whatever it is they call yer world, it's not breakfast! But if you wanna go ahead an' make your weird, defying-the-laws-of-physics-and-sense ice cream fer breakfast, you go right ahead. There's plenty of eggs in the fridge."

And now that that was covered, he paused a moment to catch his breath and sort out his other thoughts, because talking with Nina sometimes was like having a checklist of points to go and be all blustery and ornery about.

"What's Delirium havin' a crush on Norman got to do with the price of tea in India, anywhey?" he added, then quirked an eyebrow at Nina. "We on this again, are we? We takin' a round trip on the 'is Wayne sweet on anyone?' train again, are we, Nina? Tell you what. Save yer money, because that's gonna be a short trip."

"You're using the stove," she said, "so I can't make ice cream right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And my ice cream isn't weird at all--you haven't even tried it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Rude, Wayne!

But Nina couldn't help but giggle at the rest of that.

"Is it going to be a short trip because you're going to tell me who you liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike?????????????????????"

They were going to be on this until the end of time, Wayne.

"And just, like, imagine the epic romance of it all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said and only the fact that she had food in her hands was going to stop her from clasping her hands to her chest. "Norman and Lana in deep, true love however much they deny it and then Delly pining after Norman and trying to win his heart with gifts of affection and then <you, grumbling into your grits and trying to change things up to win a heart that has already been given away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's so wonderfully romantic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Nina!" Wayne said, furrowing a brow at her. "Have you been eatin' sugar cereal before comin' up here? What's so romantic about bein' sweet on someone who's already got eyes for someone else? Sounds more like just a waste of time!"

Plus, he was pretty sure that Nina was just making most of that up.

"Now," he added, "don't get me wrong. Del's a real sweet girl, but she's not my type." Because fuck if he'd ever start taking up with a skid. "I'd just as soon start dating Barnabas."

Because Barnabas was smart and loyal and a real good bo. Such a good bo!

"And, before you go and start thinkin' it," he forged forward, before she had a chance to say anything, "I'm not sweet on Barnabas, either! I'm not sweet on anyone, Nina, so you can just go right ahead and stop tryin' ta figgur it ouwt."

"I don't even like sugar cereal," Nina protested, rolling her eyes as she went to get herself a drink. "Honestly, Wayne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's not a waste of time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love never is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

They didn't have sugar cereal where she came from! It had been horrible when she'd tried it!

"And, like, if you're not going to tell me who you like then you're just going to have to put up with it," she said sweetly as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. "Or, like, you could at least tell me your type and I can run with that................. "

And now Wayne was definitely back to squinting.

"Hard no," he said firmly.

"Besides......" he grunted, turning his squint now toward the wall, "....it's impolite to kiss an' tell."

.............

...............................

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Who have you been kissing?!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Wayne winced, pulling back, his grimace the perfect paragon of regret. He blinked a few times, lifting a hand slightly as if that could ward off the permanent damage already done to his eardrums.

"Gonna need you to take that down about ten, fifteen percent there, Nina," he murmured. "'Specially since it's no one at this school, it's just a figgur of speech. But even if it was someone at this school, it's not like I'd tell ya. Because...." He grunted. "...it's impolite to kiss and tell!"

The truly tragic thing was that she could get louder! Nina's lungs were kind an army drill sergeant would envy.

Still, Nina was going to drink her orange juice in an attempt to calm down (it was hard to squeal while drinking, but she excitedly flapped her hands at him anyway) and then, juice gone, had to pour herself another glass.

"Ohmygosh," she said blissfully, like he'd given her the very best of gifts. "As soon as I'm done here, like, I need to go update my charts............"

Yes, charts. Be afraid, Wayne.

Nina fished out her phone and, after artfully arranging her plate a bit better, juice beside it, took a picture of it and sent it off to Ignis, feeling that he would understand her mournful text of 'why would someone ruin a perfectly good pancake like this??????????????????' even if he did or didn't answer her.

And Wayne didn't doubt it, which was why it was only about ten-to-fifteen percent instead of fifty-to-sixty.

Wayne glared at that poor wall again, before sliding his eyes over to Nina.

"Now I know I didn't just hear you say charts," he noted, that feeling of regret taking a knee-jerk turn toward dread.

Meanwhile, not too long after Nina had sent the picture, a response came back ~~as I dirtily mod another person's NPCs, mwa ha ha~~.

Got Prompto to make breakfast this morning, did you?

Seriously, that would be the only logical explanation for sprinkles in pancakes, really now.

Nina blinked at Wayne innocently, knowing he wouldn't buy it for a hot second, as she took a bite of her quiche.

Okay, mmmm.

"Oooooh, that's good," she sighed happily, "I can almost forgive you the pancakes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was not going to forgive him the pancakes.

"And, yes, of course I have charts!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who wouldn't??????????????"

While Wayne was likely staring at the wall again--she wasn't sure what he had against it, really--Nina giggled at Ignis' response.

Ohmygosh do you think I could sucker HIM into making me breakfast??????????? Though if there's going to be more sprinkles, I might pass. No, it's this other classmate?????????????? He's trying to impress some giiiiiiiiiiiiirl but he won't say who????????????? And who'd be impressed at sprinkles in pancakes anyway?????????????

Nina was still really, really hoping that Wayne hadn't been trying to impress her. Because this was a travesty.

Wayne wasn't staring at the wall this time; the dread had slipped away, replaced with some sort of useless desperation, and his eyes had rolled up to the ceiling, blinking at it, as if trying to implore some greater entity that he didn't even believe in (who had that kind of money?) for some sort of deliverance.

"What," he ventured, knowing he was going to regret asking this, too, "is there even to chart?"

Ignis, meanwhile, was pondering over this mystery of a response for a little bit. After all, he really only knew three girls from Fandom--Nina, Vette, and Yang--and none of them seemed the type to be impressed by sprinkles in pancakes. In fact, there was only one person (okay, no, two, although the second would stringently deny it) who would be even remotely impressed by sprinkles in pancakes.

And, even though Ignis was presumably the smart one of the group, he clearly was just as much of a stupid boy as the rest of them, because he was not nearly wise enough to know that it was a terrible idea to send anything like this to someone like Nina pretty much ever.

You don't suppose, he proposed the only possible answer he could even conceive at that moment ~~while the mun cackled in self-serving glee~~, he's trying to impress PROMPTO, do you?

"Relationships!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said cheerfully, then taking another bite of her quiche before elaborating on that. "And people, and like, who is talking to who and who liiiiiiiiiiiiiiikes who and who doesn't like who and stuff like that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then her phone vibrated and, yeah, she was totally checking to see what answer she got and...

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"Ohmygosh."

Not even an exclamation mark.

Ignis was, however, getting the text:

That's like going to take further research to ascertain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But oh my gosh, if he is, he's barking up the wrong tree by making breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!! Lunch would be easier to catch Prompto with, especially on Mondays..............

"Nina," said Wayne, with a note of surrender and a sigh, dropping his gaze down past the ceiling, past the wall, and now somewhere on the floor, like following a shooting star of all his hopes and dreams of making sense out of any of this. "I think you need a new hobby."

And he had noticed that her attention had shifted slightly to her phone, and his brow furrowed a little in curiosity, but he was definitely not about to ask, because he was feeling pretty strongly right now that the last thing he'd want to do was ask and find out what all the fuss was about.

There is also the fact, Ignis texted back, in a manner where one might even be able to feel the contemplativeness of it, even in just a text, that Prompto is hardly a free man. But I feel I can state with good authority that one sure way to Prompto's heart is definitely through his stomach, so he might be on to something there.

Nina shook her head, blinking her way out of her stunned astonishment to stare at him.

"It's not a hobby," she said, after a moment. "I do this sort of thing professionally."

Which was, in fact, the truth. The relationships bit, of the student body, was perhaps less work and more to keep her hand in, but... information gathering and speculation were her life.

I won his heart without ever feeding him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nina was actually rather proud of that. But, like, I'm not even sure Wayne KNOWS about Yang................... or how even if he was a free man, if Prompto would be interested in Wayne...............

You'll have to pardon Wayne if he was going to look a little skeptical there.

"If stickin' your nose in other people's business where it doesn't belong is a profession," he stated, looking away, "then you must be the top of yer field, Nina."

And he did not mean it as a compliment.

Oh, what tangled webs! remarked Ignis who, despite his amusement, was certainly feeling glad that he was far, far removed from anything like this...and utterly unaware of the havoc in which he had inadvertently caused.

She left Ignis to his own devices, especially since Nina was feeling genuinely affronted by Wayne's reaction.

"It's nothing like being a farmer," Nina said sharply, "but there's absolutely nothing wrong with intelligence work and helping to keep my country safe with whatever skills I have."

And, yeah. Congratulations, Wayne. Nina was glaring at you.

"Well, no," said Wayne, thinking that if anyone should be glaring right now, it should still be him, what with her going and starting to twist his words all up on him like this, "you're right, there's nothing wrong with that, but that's not what we're talking about right now, is it, Nina? Unless you're about to tell me that my potential love life is some sort of threat to national security!"

"You're the one always talking about 'practice making perfect' and 'not being lazy!'" she snapped back, thoroughly riled up. "Why shouldn't I practice with information that I like knowing?!"

"Because mebbe, said Wayne, not about to be swayed by talk of practice and perfection, "that's information that other people might not like you knowin'!"

"Why should they care when everyone's been followed around by note-taking gremlins for two weeks?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Really, Wayne!

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