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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.

[Tradition usurped with permission from

howareyanow! Open breakfast is open!]

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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?"

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??????????"

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?"

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And Wayne took that plate, and was not at all subtle about checking those pancakes for signs of shellfish. Which he did not find. Because your cooking was weird, Nina, and it made no sense, but, for the sake of traditions like breakfast, he wasn't going to make too much of a fuss about.

Not yet at least.

"Mmhm." The thoughtful, doubtful hum was a little rumble in the back of his throat. "Did ya now? That so?" He took his time with these idle ruminations regarding her motivations, because he was letting it build up a little before he went to go and try to put the pin on what was really going on here.

Or, at the very least, what he was going to insist was going on here, because, realleh, now, turnabout was fair play.

Which is why he lifted his eyes from his plate and lifted one perfectly speculative brow at Nina as he then asked, "And just who is it yer tryin' to impress, Nina?"

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?"

"I don't know what you're insinuating," she said, though she definitely knew what he was insinuating.

But, like, for Shuri's sake, she was going to make it clear.

"But, like, it's definitely not you," Nina said, rather mildly, for her. "You're so not my type..................."

And it was actually sort of a relief to say that, out-loud, even if she'd mostly said it for Shuri!

"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???????????????"

"But if it's definitely," yes, that was Wayne putting an emphasis on something that almost might have even come close to trying to match Nina's tone, though it helped that she'd been so mild on it, "not me, then yer admittin' it's at least someone. Because God forbid we do anything without it bein' to impress someone, am I right, Nina? Nina, isn't that right? So who's it gonna be? Who is it yer tryin' to impress, Nina. We'll go right ahead and put me out of the runnin', fer now, since you claim that's not it, though I'm not quite sure I entirely believe that yet, so who's it gonna be? Shall we go through the usual suspects? Do I get a hint?"

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.

And, normally, he'd be able to dent her mood with all of that trying to make a point but today? Today, Nina was impervious to his nonsense.

"Honestly, Wayne," she said, rolling her eyes, "I'm not trying to impress anyone with breakfast," though she'd maybe taken a few pictures that she was maybe considering sending to a certain guy in Insomnia, "I'm just, like, trying to be nice................."

"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??????????????"

His nonsense?

This was straight from the Nina-Badgering-Wayne-About-Some-Such-Nonsense Playbook, bud.

"A likeleh story!" Wayne barked out. "But both you and I know, from previous experience, that one does not simpleh do something to be nice, Nina. One very clearly has to have an ulterior motive. Because, fuck, all's I did was put a few sprinkles in some pancakes, and here you are, whipping up a whole goddamn breakfast, Nina. You must be really set to impress. Let's see, now, who could it be? Who usually shows up on Mondays? Is it Lana? Del, maybe? I see you've got gloves on. Might be Tisarwat."

"I don't like girls that way," she said loftily, absolutely refusing to sink to his level. "And I have gloves on because Tisarwat won't eat anything cooked with ungloved hands and that's sad................"

It seemed kind of terrible, that she showed up to eat and then could never eat.

"Besides," she continued on, determined to get away from the question of who she liked (though what, exactly, Wayne could do with that knowledge was... up in the air), "I know who likes you................"

"I would love some food," said Tisarwat, with a hungry longing in her voice that should put away any concerns Nina might have had in that regard. "Thank you! And I'll pour you some tea?"

She was already going to the cabinet for another cup, though, if Nina was wearing gloves, perhaps she should let her use the nice one from her set this morning? As a show of her appreciation?

"And I'm...fine," she offered, lest Nina think she was trying to avoid the question and gave her a weak sort of smile. "I just woke up with a bad headache. The meds here aren't as strong as what I'm used to, but I'm sure it'll go away..."

Or at least she could deal with it until maybe Lana came in and could help with her healing like the last time, even if this headache was very, very different than that last time.

"Tea would be great, thank you!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, already getting a plate ready since, like, that longing there was impossible to ignore.

Though, really, she wished she could do something about that headache, but...

"Maybe eating will help," she said hopefully. "Like, I can heal injuries but headaches aren't really that...... so I can't help otherwise. Maybe some water would help too????????????"

Sink to his level? It was her level! Lookin' down at a tiny little molehill and thinkin' to yerself, well, now, that's a mighty nice mountain right there, eh?.

"Oh, do ya, now?" asked Wayne, with mock interest, because he wasn't about to let Nina try to shake him off his nonsense with nonsense of her own. "Is that so? And she wouldn't just so happen to be standing right here, right now, having gotten up at the ass crack of dawn," he was a farmer, Nina, he knew how early he got up and how early someone had to get up to beat him to a punch, " jus' so's she can go an' impress me with her breakfast making prowess? 'Specially since she says she doesn't like girls that way, but almost everyone who usually comes in here is girls. Unless yer hoping for Okuyasu to make one of his rare appearances. Oh, and I s'pose there's Barnabas, too."

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."

Nina burst out laughing.

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

"Barnabas is a dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she protested, laughing. "And Okuyasu's one of my little siblings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Ew! Ew, ew, ew!

"Honestly, Wayne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Maybe," Tisarwat allowed, and was definitely going to risk letting Nina have the nicer cup with the assumptions that she'd keep the gloves on, because it was really the least she could do for the fact that she'd even worn them in the first place. She herself tried to pick what she felt was the prettiest out of the common cups, but they all seemed pretty boring and uninteresting. "Tea usually helps, too, and, you're right, I think breakfast will make a big difference. Distractions," she added with a faint laugh, a careful laugh, because too much would just send sparks of pain through her skull, "are usually very effective as well."

The tea poured from the flask and ready, Tisarwat held it out for an exchange: properly prepared tea for properly prepared food.

"I didn't know you could do healing, too," she remarked with interest. And although it would have been nice to be rid of the headache sooner rather than later, a part of Tisarwat might have actually been looking forward to having Lana help her with that particular problem.

But this could be useful, too...

Sabine facepalmed.

"Can we forget literally everything I said?"

"Alright, then," Wayne noted, stoutly, nodding, as if Nina'd just help him drive the point even further home, "then we're right back to jus' me."

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

Sabine added her other hand to the facepalm, and there my have been a little groan audible from under there.

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