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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.
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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

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"I don't understand Cloaks at all," Delirium admitted, "Or why Dean hates candy." She brightened, "We haven't named the ship yet! Maybe that will be this week? I hope he lets us name it. I'm really great at naming things!"
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Even though Bus Dean was basically her favourite teacher on the island.
"Well, now you've got time to think up good names!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's great!!!!!!!!!! What sort of pirate are you learning to be???????????"
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"Bus Dean?" Del asked, blinking, "He said he was Dean.. someone? Sky something? I don't know, I wasn't paying attention by then."
She beamed, back on her favorite topic of naming things! "A good pirate! With lots of yo ho-hos," and there was a box of Ho Hos popping to life on the table with a cheerful 'Yo!' on the box instead of the company name, "but no bottles of rum because it's gross."
Beat.
"For me it's gross? Some people might like it, I guess, but I don't."
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Del paused between one bite and the next. "Oh, I'm older than adults. Lots older. Still don't like rum though."
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Delirium shrugged, "I can't help what people consider me. I like this version of me best but it's not the only one. Some of the other ones are adults but they're a little boring. People treat you different when they think you're an adult and that's far less fun. I'm older than everyone except my brothers and sisters. I'm the youngest of them."