3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[bookbeltof_love]

Was Nina messing with tradition?

Nina was super messing with tradition!

Partly because she'd woken up early, confirmed that everyone was as they should be (and that Foomy was no longer… what… he'd been…) and then been unable to get back to sleep and partly because after last week's sprinkles, she'd decided that enough was enough and that clearly Wayne needed a break!

So she got to the common room first!

She was, after all, perfectly capable of making delicious and healthy pancakes and waffles, and sausage and bacon and scrambled eggs herself and cutting up fruit really took no effort at all and if it wasn't as fancy as Wayne's quiche, well, she was confident that it was at least tasty.

Out of consideration for what Tisarwat had told her about gloves and their properness, just in case the other girl showed up, Nina was cooking while wearing gloves. Not her pretty, fancy ones. But a simple black pair, ones that wouldn't show a stain too badly, if it came to that.

Nina hummed as she bopped along to a song only in her head.

[Tradition usurped with permission from howareyanow! Open breakfast is open!]

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[howareyanow]

Whatever Epic Quest Wayne had been on to fulfil his Big Damn Destiny seemed to have sort of dissipated and faded, especially since that amulet he had found, down at the beach, thanks to some shipwreck (there seemed to be have been a lot of those this weekend) was gone. And he figgured that meant that whole quest thing was pert'near gone, too, which was fine by him, because he needed to go make breakfast, anyway, since it was Monday, and it was tradition.

And so he made his way down to the common room, thinking of what he could put together since he was too busy questing to go grocery shopping yesterday, and then stopped stock still just a few steps through the doorway when he realized that someone else was already there. And that someone else was already making breakfast.

He took a moment to pull out his phone to check the time, thinking mebbe he was just running late (impossible, he was never late), and, sure enough, right on schedule. So he put his phone back into his back pocket, slipped his thumbs into his beltloops, squinted a little, and asked, somewhat warily, "Nina....how are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina beamed at him, unrepentant and deliberately oblivious to any squinting he might be doing at her.

"Wayne, hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she chirped happily. "I'm great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How are you doing??????????????? Did you want breakfast??????????"

[howareyanow]

And Wayne squinted again, but, this time, it was a very different kind of squint.

"I'd have some breakfast," he said, easily enough, as he moved in to check for signs of shellfish that might have been tossed into those there pancakes. Which, if Nina was cooking, no doubt that there was. He then considered Nina, his squint going perhaps a bit calculating.

"Felt the need to take up the spatula yerself this morning, did ya?"

[bookbeltof_love]

There was definitely shellfish in those pancakes. Tomatoes too. Not that it was possible to tell, once they were made... but, yeah...

"Coming right up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, suiting words to action and, hey, she was also capable of plating up a perfectly delicious looking breakfast, Wayne! "Here you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Her grin was going nowhere as she offered him the plate.

"Like, I totally woke up early?????????????? And decided that, like, you needed a break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat's head was killing her this morning, and the over-the-counter meds she'd gotten for this sort of thing at the store weren't nearly as effective as the ones she was used to. At least, when she woke up, she was gone (well, gone as an active presence; she would always be there in some capacity) and the feeling that she'd been sent here from the future with the sole purpose of killing Breq was gone. There was, however, the memory of feeling like she'd been sent from the future with the sole purpose of killing Breq, which was odd, and she didn't like it, but Vette had warned her about these sort of weird things, though, didn't she? Waking up, thinking you were someone else? And Tisarwat told herself, as she had then, that at least she was used to it...

She thought of skipping out on the whole breakfast thing this morning, but the normalcy of it would be welcome and maybe would help get her mind off of the weekend and what she would even say to Breq when she saw her next. So she made her tea in her flask, brought along one of her nice tea cups for herself, and headed up.

And blinked her lilac eyes in surprise to see the placement of things a bit upended.

"Oh," she said. "Nina. You're doing the cooking today?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Hiiiiiiiiiii, Tisarwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said happily, beaming over at her with a wave of one gloved hand. "Like, yeah, I decided to usurp the cooking from Wayne today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Did you want anything???????????????"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat tried to fight off the urge to wince at Nina's very particular, very currently loud and even a little piercing, speech mannerisms at that moment, but the effort almost seemed to make it worse, but she tried to force down the flinch with a pleasant smile. And the distraction of that gloved hand waving at her.

"And you're wearing gloves," she noted, blinking a bit again to make sure the mess that was her head right now wasn't just playing tricks on her.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, though she was frowning a little, at Tisarwat's reactions. "Like, I thought, if I cooked that way, maybe you'd be able to have some food too???????????????"

Had she been wrong? She'd probably been wrong.

"Are you, like, okay??????????????"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine was here with her normal green/yellow hair, back in armor, and just... looking like she needed all the coffee.

"First of all, this weekend was dumb."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina burst out laughing.

"Saaaaaaaaabiiiiiiiiiiiine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, around her giggles. "You mean you don't want to be a free, breezy spirit anymore????????????????"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine facepalmed.

"Can we forget literally everything I said?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"You mean I shouldn't repackage myself to be more appealing to boys????????????" Nina inquired, those giggles of hers going nowhere.

[howareyanow]

Wayne, freed from his cooking duties for the day, apparently, didn't quite know what to do with himself now that he wasn't mostly just spending the morning standing in front of a stove. Actually eat for a change, he s'posed, and enjoy some coffee.

He nodded to Sabine as she came in and stepped out of the pathway to the coffee maker.

"Sabine. How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good. Everything's fine," she said. It was all great! "How are you doing?"

Since he wasn't cooking today.

[howareyanow]

"Oh," Wayne said, "not so bad."

There was a brief pause, though, as he sipped his coffee and considered again how weird it was to be on this side of the breakfast.

"Nina's tryin' to impress someone," he added. Even though he knew that wasn't likeleh the case, but he was making a point, and he was pretty sure if the roles were reversed, Nina'd be (and had been) telling everyone under the sun about it. "But she won't say who."

[following_my_fishie]

It was Monday. Del took herself down to the common room because Monday was Breakfast With Wayne day and there were pancakes.

She stopped in the doorway and stared for a moment. That.. was not Wayne. Not even a little Wayne. No trace of Wayne-ness was there in that person making breakfast.

Del looked down at Barnabas, confused. "Did I miss Monday?"

"No," Barnabas assured her, "It's Monday. There's a different person making breakfast."

Del shook her head adamantly. "Then no. It's not Monday. Monday is when Wayne makes breakfast."

[howareyanow]

"Nina's makin' breakfast today, Delirium," Wayne offered, with a little squinting frown sent toward Nina because this was why you didn't fuck with tradition! And so he didn't feel even the least bit bad when he added, "She's doin' because she's tryin' to impress someone, and she beat me to it, so I figgured I might as well let 'er do all the impressin' she wants."

[following_my_fishie]

Delirium took that all in. She looked from Wayne to Nina and back again. "Okay. Um. Am I supposed to be impressed too? Would that help?"

She didn't get it. "I think Barnabas likes your bacon better." Barnabas gave her a look. He was a dog. He liked any bacon. Though something in Delirium's tone made the look he gave her go a little more considering, and then he took himself over to Wayne so he could receive whatever pats and scritches Wayne was itching to deliver.

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina would be a little frightened if there was any trace of Wayne-ness in her, to be perfectly honest!

"It's a different Monday," Nina suggested, having cheerfully listened in on this conversation. "Like, and Wayne's still here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sure he'd love to make you pancakes if you don't want mine, Delly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[following_my_fishie]

"Oh, there are pancakes?" Delirium relaxed, "That's okay then. And Wayne's here. Um. Hi. Have I met you? I don't think I've met you? I could be wrong. I forget a lot of things. Um. Hi?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Well, this would go well...

"Good morning, Nina," Shuri said, her normal accent back.

[bookbeltof_love]

It would go fantastically!

"Goooooooooooooooood moooooooooooooorning, Shuuuuuuuuuuuriiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina was maybe in a bit of a good mood? Maybe?

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"So enthusiastic so early," Shuri complained, wincing. "Is there coffee?"

[howareyanow]

"Shuri." Wayne nodded when she came in. "How's yer nose?"

Hey, it had the same cadence as his usual greeting. It pretty much was the exact same thing. It totally worked.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Much better, thank you," Shuri said with a grin. "How was your Destiny?"