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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/30].

Well, now, that was an exciting weekend. It wasn't every day that a simple Letterkenny farmboy found himself on the edges of creatin' what he could only imagine would be quite the international incident. And Wayne found he didn't really much care for excitement, anyway, so, while he really was going to miss having Katy around, he was mostly just glad to have things go back to normal again.

Normal fer this place, anywhey.

He got up a little extra early this morning, too, jus' in case he had to go and beat Nina to the punch, not realizing that it wouldn't even be an issue this week. Still, he was glad to see the common room empty when he got there, and he set to the task of getting breakfast started. Because Katy'd mentioned it, he even thought of doing French toast, since apparently Nina made her some (and it had involved cabbage!), but everyone knew French toast was just a waste of time, so fuck all that. He was sticking with the standards: pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, so on, so forth. And he had something to do, and it was productive, and so he was feeling pretty alright.

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

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Simon hadn't really planned to get up anything like 'early' (read: 'sometime before noon') on Mondays, seeing as he didn't have class and all, but given the new job ~~that is TOTALLY ABOUT to be offered in another thread~~, his plans had been a little derailed.

Which, conveniently, meant that he got to follow his nose down a floor that morning and walk into the third floor common room.

"Please tell me you're sharing," he said. "That smells amazing."

Seemed like today was just an out-of-the-woodwork sort of day, which Wayne didn't mind much at all. It was always good to see a few new faces here and there, let the roots of this tradition spread a little further. He recognized Simon from his shop class, of course, and gave the other boy a nod.

"Plenty to go around," he assured him. "How are ya now?"

Simon was just coming out all over.

"Good! Better, now, since I don't have to scrounge up a stale poptart," he said, with a grin. "Only really bad thing about coming to school here is missing out on my sister's cooking. You do this often, or is this a special occasion?"

The fact that all those pop-tarts in these cupboards seemed to be exceptionally stale only seemed to give more fuel to the fire of why anyone would even bother.

"Every Monday!" said Wayne with a stout, proud sort of nod. "It's tradition. I'll fix you up a plate, if you like. Not sure it'll compare to yer sister's, but...what'll ya have?"

"A little of everything?" Simon ventured. "I mean, it's maybe not as fancy as what Nora cooks, but if it tastes as good as it smells, I'm not going to be disappointed."

It all really did smell really good. ... Mostly the bacon.

"Well," said Wayne, as he started putting together the good ol' Little of Everything Special, "we did have quiche just the other dayyyy....but I figgured with the brunch yesterday, might as well stick with the standards this mornin'."

And, since Wayne could put together a plate with a little of everything in his sleep by now, he had it ready and passed it over to Simon in no time. "Way ya go," he said. "There's coffee in the pot, juice in the fridge, jus' help yerself."

Oh, God, coffee. Simon grabbed the plate with a, "Thank you!" and beelined for the pot.

One satisfying gulp later, he sat down with the plate and his steaming mug, and had his first bite of the breakfast. "Ugh, yes," he moaned, after swallowing. "Thank you, this is exactly what I needed this morning. You said every Monday?"

"Mostleh," Wayne confirmed with a nod, getting started on a bit more bacon since that seemed to be the real winner for today's spread. "When I can. There's mebbe been one or two I missed, mostly on account of not bein' around or not bein' myself, and Nina did it last week, but fer the most part...can confirm. Every Monday."

"Well, you'll probably see me next Monday, then."

Simon took a few more bites, before asking, "So how are you finding shop class? You look pretty confident in there."

"The more, the merrier," Wayne assured him with a nod, especially since he did take it as a point of pride on those mornings when the common room really filled up.

"An' shop class's just about the first actual useful class I think I've had around here," said Wayne, even if he did enjoy all the ones where he got to punch things. "I know most of it, but there's some new stuff, like this foundry thing we're doin' now, that's a bit new. How're you liking it?"

Wayne didn't really pay much attention to what anyone else was doing in that class, unless their name was Shuri, because he was usually just a little too honed in on his own work, and he tended to be a bit singularly minded like that.

"I mean, all of it's new to me," he said, "so there's that. But I'm definitely enjoying it."

Simon noticed a lot of things around him; wasn't always great at knowing what they meant, but he saw them! And watching people like Wayne, who clearly knew at least a bit what they were about, helped Simon feel a little more confident in his own work.

"Well, that's good then!" said Wayne, with a certain swing of encouragement thrown into his otherwise stern cadence of speaking. "If ya need any help with any of it down along the line, then..."

He nodded, figguring the rest went without sayin'.

"Oh, thanks!" Simon said, perking up. "I appreciate that. And the food. You're a- You're a real stand-up guy, Wayne."

Internally, Simon winced as soon as the words came out of his mouth -- 'stand-up guy'? really? -- but he covered it pretty well.

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"Does it not smell basically like heaven in here, right?"

Ulysses was pretty happy with this free breakfast situation, yes. And apparently it led to interjections like the above.

He'd also almost entirely finished the piece of pancake he'd been chewing on, so it was only a little muffled!

"I had no--" Simon cut himself off and swallowed his own bite of food before starting again. "I had no idea this was a thing, but apparently he does it every Monday?" He gave the other ~~exceptionally cute~~ boy a smile and waved with his fork. "All of a sudden, I'm glad I've got a job on Mondays now if it means I get to wake up in time for this."

... Because without the job, he would still absolutely be sleeping in, even knowing that breakfast was a thing.

Ulysses immediately made a face. "Oh God, you have a job?" he asked, with a tone usually reserved for reacting to things that called for condolences. "And on Mondays? Please tell me it's at least somewhere good."

Realistically, even a week ago Simon might have reacted the same way.

"Demon Marcus," he explained, looking down at his clothes -- the first of many new outfits he'd be buying. "... And, like, I'm not going to lie, it's mostly for the employee discount." And because Sparkle was awesome, and Simon didn't want to ask his parents, 'Hey, can you buy me an entire new wardrobe, because I just found fashion?'

... Okay, not mostly for the discount at all, but it was still a big plus.

Ulysses had not even thought about the possibility of a discount being in play.

"I don't think I've been there yet," he said, frowning as his head tilted a good deal to the side. "What kind of stuff do they sell?" A beat. "Or, you, now, I guess. Not 'they'."

"Oh, uh, clothes," Simon stammered. "Yeah, I'm totally a dude who sells clothes now! A clothes selling dude. All the best and finest." He looked down at his feet. "And boots. Shoes. Uh, pretty much all kind of things you put on your body."

Somewhere, far away in Shady Creek, Leah and Nick were laughing at Simon and didn't know why.

"No, I mean like, what kinds of clothes?" Ulysses clarified with a vague wave of his hand and the fork he was holding in it, meant to convey some of this clarification in a more visual way.

It was mostly just a squiggle in the air. "Like, what style?"

Simon laughed, a little self-consciously. "Oh, right, uh. Kinda... trendy? Like, it's a pretty good range of stuff. Definitely a little upscale, but Sparkle -- he's my boss -- he really seems to know what he's doing with it."

"Oh."

Look, Ulysses was wearing tie-dye in what may or may not have been an ironic way. He was probably going to be disappointed in 'trendy and upscale'.

"Well, maybe I'll come by and check it out sometime, anyway." Maybe because Simon's self-conscious laugh was kinda cute? "I mean, winter's coming and everything, probably gotta buy some new stuff at some point."

Simon nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, Sparkle was just ordering stuff for winter, I think?" he said. "And, I mean, it's a pretty big range of stuff. I think Sparkle's more concerned with letting people build looks that work for them, y'know? Rather than 'you must fit this mold to be fashionable' or whatever." That 'Oh' seemed a little disappointed, but honestly Simon was pretty sure he'd seen some tie-dyed stuff on the summer racks, if that's what was disappointing Ulysses.

... And anyway he kinda wanted the cute guy to come visit him at the shop some time.

"But, yeah, we can definitely help you with winter stuff if you need it. I mean, I can. Help you."

Ulysses shrugged while stuffing some more pancake into his mouth. Thankfully, this time he both chewed and swallowed before speaking again. "Yeah, sure. Maybe you'll see me there some day."

He had his heart set on some completely ridiculous winter coat with a massive fake fur trim, or something.

But that was not really something he was thinking of right this moment. "I'm Ulysses, by the way." A beat. "Or just Uly."

"Oh! Uh, I'm Simon. Just... Simon." 'Si' was pretty much reserved for Leah, and maybe his mom. "It's really nice to meet you."

He shoved a forkful of food in his mouth to shut himself up before he started rambling again.