fandomhighdorms | 3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

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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There went that blinking again. There must have been a lot of dust in the common room today, or something, all of it landing right on Wayne's squinty eyes.

"If she went an' told you that in confidence," he said, after a considerable moment, "....then no...."

An' if she went and told Nina any of that this weekend, too, because this weekend had been just a little bit...off, now, wasn't it? He'd still be working on sorting all that out this morning, but he had clearly been sufficiently derailed on the matter.

"She didn't tell me it like a secret!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina protested, stung. Nina kept secrets! "I don't tell peoples' secrets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Unless they were actually important ones that would hurt people if she didn't tell.

"We were just talking!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Just because someone tells you something," Wayne said, standing firm, "even if yer jus' talkin', doesn't mean it's right to go and tell other people about it, Nina. It's impolite!"

And it was going to go ahead and make things that he was already trying to process a bit more complicated, and he didn't like when things that weren't machines went and got all complicated.

"Don't be silly," she said, since he really was being silly. "If no one talked about the things they talked to other people about then how would anyone ever know anything?????????????????"

"Now, that's different, Nina, and you know it," said Wayne, who always found it particular frustrating when Nina went and acted all obstuse when he knew she was smarter'n all that. "There's a difference between going and imparting useful and helpful knowledge to a person and gossip, and if you need the help tellin' the difference, here's a hint: if it involves another person that's not you, the person yer talkin', or some noteable person in an educational context, it's gossip An' all that is is a bunch of whispering about things people should be mindin' their own business on."

Well, yes, but acting obtuse was one of her most favourite things to do.

"I'm just looking out for you," she insisted. "And, like, if that's all I talked about, why, I'd just wither away and no one wants that, right?????????????????"

Right?

"Sounds," said Wayne, who was going to just downright refuse to have any amount of sympathy for her on that one, "like a personal problem. You shouldn't have to rely on what other people are telling you to be interesting, Nina."

"People are always more interested in other things than they are in me anyway," she said, nettled and refusing to show it.

Even though it was true.

"Now that can't be true," stated Wayne, in defiance of the narrative. He looked at her a little dubiously. "You're about as interesting as they come, Nina."

He meant it as a compliment.

Mostly.

"I definitely am not interesting back home," she replied evenly.

3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

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