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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.

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

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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...

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

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

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

"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!

"Are you telling me those note-taking gremlins are also taking those notes and making charts of them, too, Nina? And just because it happens doesn't mean someone has to be okay with it, either."

"Charts aren't any different than radio broadcasts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyone who wants to can go back and listen to them from years and years ago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she argued.

"They are too different, because no one's going around listening to radio trying to figure out who I...may or may not," he felt that addition was important, "like! 'Cept fer you, Nina, for some God-only-knows reason why!"

It was far, far too late for qualifying that, Wayne. Far too late.

... and it was partly Ignis' fault.

"Because it's important information to know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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